It's My Window Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I know
It's my window....
Truly my dearest window,
Through which I see
The infinite beauty of the glorious realm
With great ease and spontaneity,
It's the wonderful season,
The sky is clean,
The bright sun is shining,
The gentle wind is blowing,
The lovely flowers are blooming
And the sweet birds are twittering,
With these I am easily swinging too
From this end to that end,
Nothing can prevent me this time,
I have fully stretched my powerful wings,
My beloved window has given me
The all-important access to the sacred world of nature.