Looking Out the Window

 As I sit here
 Looking out the window,
  
 Restless rain
 of endless thoughts
 falling inside
 my meandering mind,
 just like,
 the slow showers
 outside
 in the silent night.
  
 Looking out the window,
 I wonder where do lost things go?
  
 Do they end up in the ocean,
 inside a big shark's stomach?
 or do they end up in a thieves' bag
 like my mother's diamond necklace
 and my brother's school books?
 I had a favorite cap,
 it was all black
 I wore that cap so much
 it was a part of my head
 until one day I wore it in the beach
 and went to swim in the sea
 not noticing until it was too late
 that the waves had taken it away
 with them into the ocean.
 My favorite cap which was all black,
 just like they took away
 my father's golden ring
 years ago; before I was born.
 Looking out the window
 I wonder where do they go?
  
 I wonder who took away
 my love for math?
 and
 the feeling of how good it can be.
  
 I wonder who took away
 my dreams
 that I dreamed as a child?
 and 
 the feeling of how good life can be.
  
 I wonder who took away
 my love for her?
 and the feeling I got
 of how good we can be,
 when I ran my hand through her hair,
 looking out the window
 I wonder where do lost things go? 

M. Jay Dixit, 2020