A little,too little Monsoon

Clouds moving between two buildings(Hyderabad,India)

Sitting seven houses above the ground,
yet,cars moving across the windows
splashing wet grass on my vacant face
my brain squeezed to a feather
that fell off a reposing bird today
at the feet of a girl ravaging
the authority of fear in puddles,outside
Night approaches like the wall to the windows
swallowing a little pride,and a little dance
and the rest