Out My Window

Like a sea, in front of my glass window, A vast field lay, Corns of wheat ballet-dance in the soft breeze all through the day; Quails and pigeons, romantically, sit on them and sway, Bees and flies, though there is no honey, around the corn play...! Farm laborers, lankot clad, walk around watching the growth, Their spouses, in torn clothes, weeds with their entire roots uproot; Crows peck off moths from the grains granules, as though for a troth, Cranes march in a queue, like Indian widows, so mute...! At the mild peeping of sunbeams, wheat heads gorgeously glow, All around, as though absolute freedom gained, daisies grow; Tiny irrigation canals, like new-born fountains, flow, Day, the bride-groom, as though waiting for the night bride, goes slow...! I know, I can see a bit of my world, through my window, I should go out, yet, to meet them - my love for them to show...!!!