*my New Room Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Denied then accepted
Old trees
Some bushes and green grass
Music in the leaves
Made as if of mud
Worn out by time
Windows amateur
In palatial suburb
Without pretension
Clean and hermetic
From noise away
Delicacy in hosts
In sheets and drapes
I can see above the wall
Birds and crows
Doves and humming
From the cold morning
To the morning in bliss
Like home like guest
When no other worries
In the early spring
I saw a sun smiling
12/3/2009