Fading Window !

                                                              When my grandmother opened her window,

  when she was a child,
  she saw cycles on the muddy road,
  surrounded with greeny field,
  with gentle breeze.

But when I opened my window,
  I saw vehicles instead of cycle,
  on cement road,
  surrounded with tall buildings,
  with closed doors.

I don't know what my grandchildren will see...,
  when they open their window...!
  But I am sure they will see,
  these in their history books.

                                                  -Bathsheba Vanathi .K.M.