Open Window

COPYRIGHT-Poetess, MRS.ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM OPEN WINDOW My window is open; I open my pen. Infront of me ,- near the window, Here is a bee; Also a butterfly; Both,fly and fly…… Why, these fly ? I do not know . Why, why,why ?.... Wind come and go…… Blow and blow…. Why, it blow ? I do not know ! But,I know, I like my open window; I see and see……… Why, I do not know ? May be, I like to see ! Also,also,also…… On the river, Which is far, From my open-window, But ,I can see…… On the water, Which flow and flow…….. There is a boat; Which floats; I like,also; Oh ! oh ! oh !... And on the boat, There are people; From oneside to another – They across the river; They come and go; Some birds are fling…. On the open-air; Also,fly my hairs; Why,I do not know ? I am on my chair; I am writing; And also, seeing…… On both banks of the river, - There are so many trees;big-big… Too green ! Also,on the banks,there are many pigs; By me,all are seen……… Also, I hear, - The bell is ringing, In the near-temple; It is just side of my hut; Yes, my hut is of dry-mud, And it is built by branches of bamboos;also; The roof is of paddies’ straws; And also, of bamboos. On my roof, Here are three plants of pumpkins, With many pumpkins; I like it. By my every heart-beat; Yes,it is my happy-hut; My peace of the heart; I like the villagers,also ! the people; Very simple ! They see and see,me………. By my open-window. Why,I do not know ? May be, They also, like my open-window……………. …………………………………………………………………