The tower was standing as high as today,
When I came here for the first time, that day.

I saw it daily, during evenings or in peaceful dawns.
At noons or in a pleasant morn.

It showed its lights as the night's darkness crawled,
It showed it's twinkle when the town was alone.

When I was a kid, I used to stare with awe.
When I grew older, just a couple of years,
I started ignoring it and lost that awe.

For years it was left unseen by folks like me,
Its lights grew dimmer as there was none to see.

After years, the town which was a city now,
Started repairing it and locating cracks by taking various rounds.

The moss-grown walls were cleaned and painted new,
And so were the iron poles that stood,
At heights where heavy winds blew.

A sudden fondness began to grow,
As I joined the tower crew.

I was not allowed to go up there,
Just for my silly acrophobic fear.

But I guess someday I would go up there,
To take a look at this changing sphere.

And look for a kid who would stare at the tower.
With thoughts which would last,
For years or for hardly a single hour.

(Written- November 2012)