My First Poem –

That flashing light
From where is it coming?
Who is it playing,
So late at night?

I slowly crept out –
Out of my cozy bed.
I trotted into the balcony,
Out in the fresh air.

The burnt city,
Was drowned in dew.
The moist wind blew,
Tickling my knee.

I saw the distant horizon,
Roaring with brightness.
I saw the energetic clouds,
Roaring out in silence.

The lightning fell,
Enlightening the sky.
I gave a soft sigh,
As the trees rang like a bell.

The wind-chimes chimed,
And the wind made noise.
The movement of my parents,
Brought me back.

Slowly that moment, ceased to exist.
Slowly that moment, Drifted away.
Maybe it shall come back,
Maybe after years and years.