Bright, sunny, cool morning with no breeze <br />Above the blue, nirmal sky, not a bit cloudy, <br />Enclosed with buildings except on one side, <br />For green foliage looks peeps into the pool, <br />I am swimming back-stroke in MiGClub. <br /> <br />Pigeons more than dozen crowded <br />Perching on one side of the pool, drinking <br />Water and as I get near them taking off <br />On to the sky, disfigured by three wires, <br />Below the small black birds up above. <br /> <br />They are soaring almost like kites, <br />Takes me a few seconds to make out <br />They are all swallows flying unusually <br />Straight and not the quick flip-flip style <br />I know them for, on Mithi river bridge. <br /> <br />I push myself back, breathing steadily, <br />In my red swimwear, but with earplugs <br />Blue in color, getting tensed up a little <br />When I return from deep end, for I learnt <br />To swim after I crossed my 42nd year!<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-swimming-pool/
