Through my window
— Sumpi Bamin
Early in the morning
And before the sun,
When birds chirp and a cool breeze appears;
I gaze through my window;
A rag-picker walking down the road,
Carrying a large bag on their shoulder.
Moving forward, backward, up and down
With shuttling glances
Crushing, collecting mound of junks
Till the bag is full.
Grab the hefty bag, he tottered
Though at first he exclaimed with joy
For him, it’s a beautiful morning
As his work has already been done.
Early in the morning
And before the sun,
I’ve seen a distinct life through my window
That leads me to empathize on the view.
