I was standing in the window of room
I was standing in the window of room
Watching below the street
There are shadows of so many colors
Moving here and there
Some of these are in so much hurry
And some are walking very slowly
As they got time to waste
Some are riding bikes and flying in the air
And some are walking with down heads
As they have got none to share
Some are spreading hands asking for money
And some are acting like spendthrift
I was thinking deeply
Someone called my name
It was my mother
Asking me for lunch
I had to go because it was getting late
This is nothing only the reality of life
