Funeral In The Starless Night Poem by Shikha Gupta

A Paper Plane
Sits
On a chair
In the balcony
Outside my window

It sits like
It was meant to be
There
On a plastic chair
Out alone
In the night
In a stranger's balcony
My balcony
Outside my window

I pick it up wondering
If I should send it through
Another stranger's window
And if the pilot followed
Its whirl
Through the air
White bird against black night
Till it landed
In a stranger's balcony

I open it out
One fold at a time
Till it's no more a Paper Plane
Just paper
Creased
There's no message on it
No call for help
Just some finacial advice
Investements
Mutual funds
Banking
An advertisement put to better use

And now it sits
The paper
The late Paper Plane
In the tepid night
In a stranger's balcony
In my balcony
In my wastepaper basket

No, I didn't quite say good-bye