Hostel Windows

By Nazma Begam

From the small corner of my room,

The window is the only opening to

outside—

An entrance for the cold breeze

And for the warm sunlight.

And far from my home and family,

The walls feel like a cage.

But when I look outside the window,

The view is very similar to my

village.

During the exhausting schedule,

Chirpings of birds is delightful

While in a suffocating hot day,

Raindrops entering the room make it

cool.

When I look out there ,

My mind gets lost in the green hills,

My local streets beside the paddy

fields

And the mango tree with honey fills.

Sometimes I keep watching

The innocent steps and their play—

People walking towards home

On the roads colored in grey.

I observe the ponds and bushes

And an adorable furry creature

And is not it actually amazing

Having a window connecting to the

nature?

It's strange to feel alone

In a room full of talks and sounds,

But to feel a peaceful pleasure

While looking at the grassy grounds.

By Nazma Begam