Life’s Compulsion
Forces Me To Sit
In The Confines Of Four Walls
Surrounded By Heaps Of Papers.
Sunrise And Sunlight
Both Elude Me
My Life’s Cycle
Determined By Files Before Me.
Gone Are The Days Of
Happily Riding A Bike
Cool Breeze Caressing
Eyes, Hair And All Being
My Only Ray Of Hope
My Only Contact With Nature
My Window With View Of Sky And Trees
My Oasis In The Desert Of Pressure
The Window Preserves My Energy
The Window Nurtures My Soul
And Helps Me Stride
The Tedious Path Of Survival