Climbing The Sky Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

A piece of sky in each window,
Not the open blue expanse,
Luxury of space, a thing of the past!

Open courtyards for soaking up the sun,
Open terrace to lie under the moon,
The wind bearing the fragrance of the trees,
No more, no more…

Life spent in a little space,
Like a pigeon hole, stacked one above the other;
Skyscrapers, hung in the air,
Confined, cloistered, shutting out nature,
Full yet empty, safe yet suffocating…

Ah, to go back to the good old days
Of single storied houses,
Lovely little gardens,
Quiet narrow streets!