The FLUTTERING CLOTH
The FLUTTERING CLOTH
From the closed window of a house so high
From the 30th floor of a tall standing tower
A piece of long cloth kept fluttering mutely
As the gushing breeze whirled around it
The people walked on the road below there
Saw the fluttering cloth on top as if it was a flag
Each one thought as per their own mind set
The meteorologist looked at the wind direction
A politician thought it was some party flag
Businessman took it as a new commercial way
A child asked, “Ma why is there a cloth fluttering?”
The mother looked up at it, and thought in heart
May be another new bride is trapped there again.