A Small Window

A small window of my room, 

from where I can see a rose just bloom.

Its’s a little eye of my room

things are visible from there 

but they can't be zoomed.

I can see merry children playing

and red flower of hibiscus,

there are more things I wanna discuss.

A beautiful chirping sound can be heard,

I think a tree has a nest of a bird.

It’s my helplessness that I can’t go outside,

I can only see and hear them sitting here inside.

The window allows the sun rays to enter from the right,

and destroy the darkness making the room bright.

I can see birds flying in the sky,

and feel like a bird in a cage,

who can only listen their dulcet voice but can’t fly.

A small window of my room,

from where enters the cool wind 

and brings the fragrance of wet soil.

The trees, plants and bushes 

are drenched in the rain,

I can only place my hand outside 

and feel the raindrops on my hand.

Everything outside is enjoying in rain,

but I can’t, so I am feeling like an insane.