My name was coming, from my window, <br />I wanted him to retreat and collapse. <br />The simplest desires have been looked at, <br />Sewing thoughts for several people. <br />My window and door carried hard steel, <br />Mahogany seemed the best work. <br />Disinterested and crazy, the people through <br />The door were feminine and masculine. <br />My names count themselves with luck, <br />It has arisen from the heart and mind. <br />My windows and door shall be a war of homes, <br />Still the watching of outsiders is strong.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-window-3/
