Out of the window pane when I first see,
A building stand enigmatic strong and wise,
UnBothered Unexcited always in state of just be,
Yet protecting and caring whosoever within its see.
I continue to gaze and see a ugly black bird fly,
So insignificant, that it might want to cry,
But then it has habited itself to the sky,
And so it flies with no care or shy.
The bird passes across the building with the glory,
Yet the building stands erect with no qualms,
And doing what it does best in its own charm,
Proud of itself yet always humble to all.