Over the greens hopping by,
Abutting the paved bricks,
With grits and stones filled crevices.
Like that of an armor,
We wear to hedge ourselves.
From the unpredictability–
Of broken dreams and shallow humanity.
Unaware, unperturbed, undisturbed,
She hops and hops,
Flies and hovers by-
Over the greens,
A solitary Mynah!
As I continue to walk,
With the armor,
Simulating the grit-filled crevices-
Of the bricks that pave along.
~ Shambhavi