This widow is my connection
To a world that lies beyond
My restricted space
With a glimpse of my eye
I can see the star studded sky
And also the wandering clouds when they float by
This is an expansion of me reaching high.

My horizon becomes broader
When I can see people ,known and unknown,
Some rich and some poor
I can see people in their daily grind
Their clothes,manners and talks
And sounds of different hues
Vegetable vendors and hawkers
Cycles,rickshaws,motorcycles and cars
Children going to school in uniforms
Office goers rushing to office and
Pedestrians walking in hurried steps.

From my window
I can connect with life outside
I become a part of life that is lived
Part of life that is flowing all around me.