Vangs

As the skies darken
          	in Indra's wrath,
          	embraced by the solitary wind
          	a fowl perched on man's wire,
          	dreams of distant lands
          	of teal and cerulean
          	of heaven and below
          	beating hearts existing 
          	beyond this concrete jungle
          	of lush litchi trees 
          	and mango orchards
          	Of man's strained relationship with her
          	the nurturer
          	to which one day he has to return. 
          	
          	
          	Wrote a poem after many days.