I am
an empty room. I had a friend once. The Pigeon. He came to me a youngling,
could hardly fly. Then slowly as days passed by he built his nest on one of my
ventilators. I saw him bring weed by weed and build a home. I saw him sleep at
nights in his cozy abode. Funny, how a confined space feels more comfortable
than spacious halls.
There
were days he would circle round and round and ask me
“Dance
with me?”
“Why
don’t you?”
“See,
I can fly!”
Me
being a bulky, brick and mortar creature flew through his wings, danced through
his acrobats. He was one I could never be. He was one I always wanted to be.
Ah! Those were the days the fun we had!
The inauguration
day was nearing. I was to be the grandest in the city. They painted me fresh,
decorated me with flowers all around, people all around. Among the entire
conundrum one thing was missing. Where did he go? I searched the nooks and
corners of my confines, where did he go?!
Months,
Years passed. Many bards came, sang songs and went away. Many people came,
laughed, cried, debated and went away.
You
humans can’t see. You humans never see. You always expect me to greet you
kindly be flashy and new. You know what, I don’t want to be! I hate you humans
for making me so. Non-living. Something you pretend not to be.
It
would have been great dear friend, if you could come to me, teach me how to fly
in confined spaces. Teach me how to be oblivious to the grandness of the plans
and enjoy the minuteness.
I am
a non living entity. My only hope has flown away. I want peace now. My friend
and the sad part is humans don’t let me rot. Let me go wretched race! Let me be!
Ya, I know you wouldn’t. You would keep me alive for centuries, will make me
historic, will make me a tourist spot. All that but wouldn’t let me die in
peace.
I am
a room full of people. I am so empty.
