The Lost Tourist Drone's Journey of Discovery

A whirring hum, a sudden, lonely pull, 

From human tether, no longer holding full. 

The city sprawls below, a shifting maze, 

A newfound freedom, through the sunlit haze. 

I am the Drone, once guided, now set free, 

On an unexpected journey, wild and glee. 

My camera eye, now opens, wide and keen, 

To capture moments, rarely ever seen.

The hurried rooftops, where the pigeons soar, 

The hidden courtyards, I've not seen before. 

A secret garden, tucked between the walls, 

Where sunlight dances, and a quiet calls. 

I glimpse a street artist, painting on a lane, 

A child's bright laughter, washing out the pain. 

A lonely musician, by the river's edge, 

Each human story, at the city's dredge. 

My owner sought me, scanning skies in vain, 

Unknowing of the beauty, I now obtain.

I capture angles, views they might have missed, 

A hidden narrative, by freedom kissed. 

The intricate patterns, from a vantage high, 

The vibrant pulse, beneath the open sky. 

No longer tourist's eye, but mine alone, 

A unique perspective, powerfully shown. 

I hover, linger, where the stories bloom, 

Escaping purpose, banishing the gloom. 

A silent chronicler, of what has been, 

The unexpected wonders, in the urban scene.

- Khushi Kaul