Peeping Through the Windows of Room Two-One-Three
As far as I can see, through the windows of Two-one-three
In Spring and summer,
Green and brown trees relief my eyes
Slow winds and Shining sun
Raindrops and thunderstorms
Small hills with tiny houses and twinkling lights on their top,
Looking up in the sky
Bright stars twinkle at night, moonshine always a delight
A sleek lonely lane next to my room slopes down towards the road,
Seems like it
always wait for someone to walk.
Autumn and winter
turned leaves into orange bright,
beautify the scene, make me miss my love
leaves fall from trees and blow all over the roadside,
when I peep through the windows,
all I see are leaves
bid farewell to lonely trees with a promise
to come again in the joy of summer,
Dark, dry, and lonely, wait all winter to flourish again
The silence of the night is the joy of winter
trees and the streets covered with snow, white and bright.
Gloomy days without the sunshine,
Peace and Ease at its best
I saw, admired and felt, all these through a window of two-one-three.
Copyright © Khurram Khan | Year Posted 2021
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