That Tall Edifice.
Sometimes like a traffic signal and sometimes deserted bunker
Seductively decorated with efflorescence, perhaps hiding all flaws.
There was one tall edifice, with so many floors
Top floor was opulent, had power to attract
Getting disturbed sometime because of wild wind.
Irony of being on top is, you enjoy to be blind.
Windows use to make rattling sound uncontrollably
May be it was reminder for the floor powerfully.
From that apogee everything looked so small
Making forget about the science and logic
The floors after top, were not grandiose but cozy.
How does it matter though, as everything is imperfect reminder of beauty.
Forgetting beauty in imperfection looking for perfection
Well it’s fascinating to see ground floor and its life’s connection.
Top floor normally got lost in seclusion
The floors after top are not so high
But in reality they are arduous to reach
The elevator is doing a mondo job though
Bridging all the floors together in a row.
Such an easy fabrication to visit every floor and to explore
Consigned to oblivion, without them it got no foundation
It knew the axiom of life and never had to be malicious.
But top floor always looked down on the below.
But that was ok because ground was judicious