I fear looking at high rise buildings
if any one falls what would happen?
Know I am being childish
the apprehension prevents
me from watching them,
I close my eyes while
passing through, move
in hurried pace.
The place where I live
holds too many of them
the additions recent
with floors hard
to count makes me giddy.
I have to set my eyes
on those around whichever ‘
directions I turn.
It is a vertical growth,
going high is an ambition
rising up the ladder is
an aspiration, reaching the
top is a reward. Never so,
as in this manner fixing one
above the other pronounces
a not down to earth act, but
a detachment from ground reality .
Meenas Poems 