The window.

 
the crowded roads
and the running humans
the street dogs barking
and the unnecessary fighting
nothing escapes from my view
the silent gossip
and the noisy traffic
the birds chirping
and the winds rustling
I hear everything
the woebegone reality
passes through me every day
But I don’t say anything
I maintain my calm
Life needs some things in order
to counter the disorder
I just move my glass doors
on the tunes of wind
and strike the wall
to thrash my frustration
I maintain silence in my house
I try to bring fresh air
and dulcet tones of birds
to refresh the minds of humans
I am just a window
and all I do is just my job. 
 

0 thoughts on “The window.”

  1. Akash Singh says:

    A serene and thoughtful poem. It reflects perfection in simplicity. 🙂

    1. shreyans says:

      thanks brother..

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