I stand by my window
watching the streets below
the multicolored shadows moving everywhere anyone would go.
some in a rush not to be late
some too slow because they have time to waste
some hiding behind the walls
smoking deep
some crying loud
Because they have no eyes for those tears to keep.
some walking head down
because they have nothing to share
some stretching arms asking for penny
some bunking away waisting money
I turned my head to the other lane
but there too the situation was same
so I closed my window n sat on a mat
pondering on the views I have just had
I was thinking deeply
and suddenly someone called my name
I turned back in vain
it was dad of mine saying i had to go
It was getting late
I dressed myself and stepped out
in the world full of love, jealousy, sadness and hate.
