From my window, I sometimes do look, <br />When distracted from my physics note book. <br />That building they are constructing in front of mine, <br />Yes it looks gigantic, but it looks fine. <br />I have been hearing the breaking and cracking and all sorts of sounds, <br />Enough to shake three hundred towns. <br />From the very first brick, <br />The building grew as fast as a magic trick. <br />Cement mixers and trucks come and go, <br />The workers doing their job under the sun's bright glow. <br />For me it was just a fantasy, a wonder, <br />The building to me is and never will be blunder. <br />For everyday, I saw it coming slowly to life, <br />A true result of the workers strife. <br />It smiles at me through its newly fixed windows and main door, <br />As if to say shyly, look at me no more. <br />When the lights come on, oh it is a treat to see, <br />I wish I could stay there for free. <br />The building towers above my head, <br />Like a magnificent elephant, well fed. <br />For the workers, it is like a dream coming true, <br />To see their hard work towering high into the blue. <br />But at last when the workers leave after their duty, <br />They turn back for one last time to look at that beauty. <br />Their mere wage is nothing for them to stay there, <br />Hence they walk on not knowing where. <br />This world is strange in its paths and ways, <br />And I believe it will become stranger in the coming days. <br />So the building stands in front of me, <br />Like a part in world history.<br /><br />Wini Jose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/construction-5/
