Is It Cold?

By Rabani Dhingra

In that cloudy weather,

My words vibe,

Living in my small street,

I heard someone fight,

My thoughts were distracted,

And then I sneezed,

I wondered who missed me?

Was it someone in need?

Or was it someone who dreamed?

Or was it someone who took my name while they screamed?

Or was it just an ordinary sneeze?

I wish not,

I wish they missed me,

But I miss to be free.

By Rabani Dhingra