She stepped out of the bus,
Carrying two heavy grocery bags,
In both of her hands,
Her back a little bent,
Towards her apartment,
An old lady,
Still carrying grace on her face,
She doesn’t care what others will say,
When I meet her and ask how is she?
With a soft voice she says, ‘I am not bad’, with a wide smile and glow on her face!
This is the View outside of my window, what’s there outside of your window!!
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