Through My Window
Sitting on the twelfth floor, how can one see
What’s happening down on earth.
Children playing merrily?
Playgrounds, schools, banks and even distant hills
I can see the whole world below.
But not my sweet little kid!!!
Name - Archana Garg
Title - Through My Window
Date - 19/01/14
Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2014
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