The window.

the crowded roads

and the running humans

the street dogs barking

and the unnecessary fighting

nothing escapes from my view

the silent gossip

and the noisy traffic

the birds chirping

and the winds rustling

I hear everything

the woebegone reality

passes through me every day

But I don\’t say anything

I maintain my calm

Life needs some things in order

to counter the disorder

I just move my glass doors

on the tunes of wind

and strike the wall

to thrash my frustration

I maintain silence in my house

I try to bring fresh air

and dulcet tones of birds

to refresh the minds of humans

I am just a window

and all I do is just my job.

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