As I sat there,

Late at night,

With few heads around,

And just in front of me,

Was the Blue Colored Blanket.

There are Fishermen,

Trying to cover their bodies from that blanket,

There are Children,

Gazing at the Reflection of heaven,

The love birds there,

Imagined the endless future,

Resembled there love to that thing right in front of me.

And then, there’s me.

Staring at it,

Tears rolling down, not from my eyes,

But I faced the emptiness inside.

And I see myself,

Walking on the Blanket.

And suddenly those fishermen, Children

And the Lover birds became Spectators, Cheer leaders and what not.

I waved back at them,

Thinking how Proud I have made my Parents,

And so with that, I close my eyes and Kept Walking.

Then I realized,

The Blanket was a trap.