View From My Balcony Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Tall buildings line the distant horizon
Coconut trees sway as far as I can see
Squirting red, the setting sun
Shows its brilliance, just for me

Vehicles dot the winding road
Across the military ground
People walk so lazy and bored
A bullock cart, on the road I found

The shops were filled with the evening crowd
Last shopping before reaching their home
The Karate class was going hoo-haa so loud
Clouds so fluffy, like velvety foam

Down below was the house where I grew
Now razed for a building to come up high
Stars I could see in the sky, a few
And they scattered the evening sky

A bunch of children with their cricket kit
Returning after their daily game
Probably discussing the six one hit
Each dreaming of cricketing fame

Another bunch, of a different sport
They came, bouncing their ball
Some, returning from the tennis court
In the distance, I hear a cuckoo call.

The crows by hundreds fly home to roost
In the streets a dog runs by
A drunkard more than he could, boozed
On the pavement does he lie

I could hear the leaves whisper
Soulful strains of melody
The distant sun was now a blur
The moon sprung forth in glee

I stood gazing at the stars for long
As if them, I had forever known
I felt amongst them, I did belong
Down here, I felt all alone