I look out of my window,
To witness the morning light,
I watch the cars come and go,
As the sky becomes less bright.
I remain seated and observe,
More vehicles join the street’s crowd.
they honk blatantly and swerve,
In an atmosphere intensely loud.
Neon signs and ad-boards,
fill the surrounding walls,
office-workers enter in hoards,
and shopaholics into malls.
Here people are always in a hurry,
there are always places to go,
But I have nothing to worry,
I’m simply a spectator from a window.