Standing on the terrace
I look at the fence
I  observe a crow
With less glow
Sitting on the electrical line
I take a sip of wine
I Watch the hills
Little far from the grill
Men look like dotted
Just microscopic spotted
Air is chilled
I feel cooled
Bazar looks tiny
But small lamps are shiny
Monkeys cling on each other
Roads with hairpin bends just bother
They look like zigzag snakes
Time passes with eating corn flakes
Immortal shades move vibrantly
And I relax instantly