Window Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Through my window,
Not regularly though,
I watch the beauty of nature,
That seems to absorb all my fear.

I like it most,
At any cost,
To see the full moon,
Ending the business soon.

The window does become,
A TV in my room,
With many things in motion,
The sun, moon, the clouds, the leaves' commotion.

I wholeheartedly welcome,
The lost-insects to come,
And the air, blind,
Through the window inside.

The window is my friend,
Being the source of ideas, grand,
Which are born as soon as I,
Watch out letting the thoughts fly!