A friend sent me this photograph.The most striking thing about it was, though it was a photograph it looked like a painting. The buildings were reflecting the colours of the setting Sun in a surreal way, one of them turning almost blood red.The skyscrapers looked like people with their arms up trying to hold the sky.I did not have to write the poem, it came to me.
Like Atlas, they stand tall, holding the sky with their arms.
Like giant chameleons, they change colours, from dawn till dusk with dancing shadows.
Like diamonds, they glitter,in the neckline of Hudson.
Like warriors, they hold their ground , no matter how the weather.
Winter, Summer, Spring , fall; they have seen everything and suffered all.
Clustered together like spears of Gods, are the skyscrapers of New York.