The world outside my window

The world outside my window

is quietly narrating its story

in the afternoon.
Watering the plants saved the
Flowers from withering in the scorching heat,
Heat of anger does that to humans.
Chirping birds look thirsty.
The cleaning staff, tired,
sitting on the stairs, resting maybe,
are exchanging their thoughts,
with their brooms and buckets
kept on the side.
Honking horns disturb them.
The trees keep swaying and dancing.
They are deeply rooted.
A story of peace and hustle,
living and survival goes on
in the world outside my window.
-payal

Day3