The World Outside My Window

This widow is my connection To a world that lies beyond My restricted space With a glimpse of my eye I can see the star studded sky And also the wandering clouds when they float by This is an expansion of me reaching high. My horizon becomes broader When I can see people, known and unknown, Some rich and some poor I can see people in their daily grind Their clothes, manners and talks And sounds of different hues Vegetable venders and hawkers Cycles, rickshaws, motorcycles and cars Children going to school in uniforms Office goers rushing to office and Pedestrians walking in hurried steps. From my window I can connect with life outside I become a part of life that is lived Part of life that is flowing all around me. @ Bharati Nayak