Outside my hazy room One morning Walked into the marble floors That sent a chill down my spine Made me rethink On the decision to walk out To spend the rest of the day Barefoot On the shiny but melting Marbe floor that was There was enough food Bright yellow rays of light Piercing the balcony grill Food, shelter and light But comfort? Unlike my purple suite I longed for tea To gather courage For living through Outside my comfort zone Till evening The tea was served Feet engraved in deep sand Sipping and contemplating To reap the thought Thoughts of concern Only to conclude Not my cup of tea! -@snehal
Beautiful!