A memory of a childhood
It is
For you could sit by
And watch the world passing by
An audience you become
For the actors of the street
As you watch the drama
Happening before you
The play begins
With the first ray from sun
The birds taking flight
As the first actors arrive
Actors fill the stage
Playing their part
It is
For you could sit by
And watch the world passing by
An audience you become
For the actors of the street
As you watch the drama
Happening before you
The play begins
With the first ray from sun
The birds taking flight
As the first actors arrive
Actors fill the stage
Playing their part
Emotions galore- Laughter, cries
And occasional silences
Yet none aware of
Being part of the play
For an unknown face
Beside the window
The actors leave the stage
As the night arrives
Bringing millions of stars
Making the little heart smile
For the sky is adorned
With million little jewels
Giving birth to million dreams
Lulling the tired eyes to sleep
And occasional silences
Yet none aware of
Being part of the play
For an unknown face
Beside the window
The actors leave the stage
As the night arrives
Bringing millions of stars
Making the little heart smile
For the sky is adorned
With million little jewels
Giving birth to million dreams
Lulling the tired eyes to sleep
Quirks of Life starting
with W is Window Virus which has always kept me fascinated. Sitting by a window with a coffee in hand still is one of my favorite pastimes. This is part of April
A-Z challenge details of which is present here.
PS: After the talk that virus gave, the venerable one also decided to give my body a visit and had been a painful visitor for the past few days. So fell behind in the challenge for the second time.
Nice One :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks Suppi!
DeleteLovely Poem. I love to sit by the window and watch the world go by!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, Anusha!
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