Window Poem by Rizwana Sultana

I am a small window,
Present at the room's centre,
I am mandatory in a building,
Otherwise no air could enter.

I have glass to allow light,
Even if I am closed,
When rain comes clattering,
To open me, you are not supposed.

When you sleep beside me,
And open me in morn,
Sunlight passes through me,
And your sleep is gone.

Through me you can see the outside view,
The glimpses of sceneries and lawns spread,
By sitting comfortably and conveniently,
In your warm and cozy bed.

I have grills, so strong and sturdy,
Otherwise you could fall in your sleep.
Whenever you wish, you can open me,
And through me, you can peep.

You can listen to the thunder and storm,
And the chirping of birds,
The nature's melodious sounds,
Whose description is beyond words.