Poem 83 - Life From A Window

I sat down, I saw through the glass window

Empty road, a very tall leafless tree

On the ground snow was very, very low

From here, a single bird I couldn't see

Not a sound, No slight movement to be seen

Only Silence in the white neighborhood

As far as I could see there was no green

No leaves on the trees, only their thick wood

I coughed loudly, still I broke the silence

Again peace restored, nothing exciting

Far away I heard the creak of a fence

Had somebody come back from their shopping?

Waited, but still not a knock on the door

I meant to get away from the window

Slowly I shut the window more and more

Away from the glass window I did go

-Gaurang Rao