The window of my office
There are
many boxes in the workplace
Glass
windows cubical shapes
They have
white sulmica all pasted
Wooden
boards are exposed
I can see my
cullies all around
From other
room comes some sound
There are
few people that I value
There are
some unwanted values
But my
favorite place is a little window
Right In a
corner it gives a show
Its outside
the loo shoved with wood
It has a
dirty glass as its hood
You feel
getting dirty standing beside
And yet it
gives you a trippy ride
You see that
light outside so white
You feel
alive at life’s sight
Inside the
office is another world
Outside is
real the world so swirled
To be zombie
and alive
Be wise and
Aah such
cycles and that ride
But that
hole is mode of all sights
The one we
see the one we reside
A spark of
light
Becomes
pen’s might
Yes you
window
You I like!!
