As I Sit By A Window Pane Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

As I sit on my sofa, lost in thought,
Gazing out the window, all worries forgot,
I am greeted by a golden marigold,
Its beauty shines bright, a sight to behold.

I hear the sounds of cars passing by,
The buzz of the city, never shy,
Hawkers shouting out their wares,
As people bustle by without a care.

The azan echoes through the air,
A melody so pure, beyond compare,
A call to prayer, a moment of peace,
As the chaos of the world starts to cease.

Children chase kites up in the sky,
Their laughter and joy, hard to deny,
A world of entertainment right outside,
Where sitting by the window, I can abide.

There's always something unique and new,
A constant flow of life, a vibrant view,
A world of wonder, right at my fingertips,
As I sit and watch, with a heart that skips.

As I sit by the window, lost in thought,
Memories of my daughters, their fragrance brought.
Their enchanted scent hovers around,
The window pane assures they're safe and sound.

The birds on the tree chirp and sing,
Asking me to send messages on the wing,
To my daughters, far away from me,
The window never lets my spirits flee.

I gaze out the window, and what I see
A world of wonder, full of mystery.
The cars rushing by, the hawkers' calls,
The azan echoes as the city sprawls.

In these simple moments, I find my bliss,
A world of entertainment I'll never miss.
The windowpane tells me my daughters are fine,
And in my heart, their love will always shine.