they congregate
close to each other

on the top of
a building

citizens or
soldiers

black winged birds
pulled together

by a force I
don’t understand

they stay there
all night

whispering to
each other

in their huddle

and

in the morning
I wake to their

loud conversations
and watch them go

their separate ways
not knowing if

they settled anything

A little star alone in the sky,
Shining like a boon light,
She ask to Mum, who's that one?
Shining like a newborn.

In a never ending road,
He sang his noiseless ode,
Crawling in the blue ink,
Dreamcatcher of seven being.

The sweet- scented dream,
Reached his supreme.
She missed a lot!
Lost him at the foremost top.

Time is over!
Had she fallen in love with a rover?