The Dazzling Balcony

All these years,
Have been great to me.
All these months,
Have been a treat to me. 
All these weeks,
Have been a little strict to me.
All these days,
Been working in favor of me. 

After all, I am happy,
To announce my retirement...
From this desk job,
I had been working on. 
Sitting in that damned chair;
Think like something,
All day long.

People here are,
Correcting mistakes.
But not one here,
Correcting owns.
That's a tragedy,
A little comedy;
As I sip my coffee,
Relaxed in my chair;
Looking out of my,
Dazzling Balcony. 

All these years,
Have been great to me.
All these months,
Have been a treat to me. 
All these weeks,
Have been a little strict to me.
All these days,
Been working in favor of me. 

I know it is,
So sudden.
I too know,
It is not yet done. 
But my work has stopped,
My mind has froze;
Can't think of one,
Can't write to none.

But still hoping,
To sound reason-able;
Through this damped paper,
I want to be heard;
I want to be learnt,
As I am very reason-able...

All these years,
Have been great to me.
All these months,
Have been a treat to me. 
All these weeks,
Have been a little strict to me.
All these days,
Been working in favor of me. 

Hopping on the notes,
I wrote long ago.
Tuning my guitar;
Threading on to the pores.
The balcony is calling me,
Its dazzling beam is kinda;
Sparkling too...
All the window grills are shattering,
The air has just thinned too.

And here I am,
Writing in free syle;
Publishing a free verse,
That too of my own,
Through the heart;
Composing with my brain,
No time to waste,
No papers to tear;
Without an uneven backspace....

All these years,
Have been great to me.
All these months,
Have been a treat to me. 
All these weeks,
Have been a little strict to me.
All these days,
Been working in favor of me. 

People here are,
Correcting mistakes.
But not one here,
Correcting owns.
That's a tragedy,
A little comedy;
As I sip my coffee,
Relaxed in my chair;
Looking out of my,
Dazzling Balcony.