Archana Garg Poet Kimo

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

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Verlena S. Walker February 4, 2014 at 2:52 AM Such breath... Dark Sunshine

Deepak Chalise January 24, 2014 at 9:14 PM It is persuasive to think. I begot mind to read further lines. Archana Garg February 3, 2014 at 6:20 AM Thanks Deepak, for your visit and comment. :))

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2014 at 6:40 PM this is nice, Archana. Yes, to see so much and yet not see what is most important. A good idea to write on. Archana Garg January 22, 2014 at 2:14 AM To tell you frankly, I live on the ground floor. But I always wonder, how people look for their children when they live on such height. Thanks for your visit and comment, Andrea... smiles