Through the window of my Room

I, Edc2009077, look through the window of my room.

I see beautiful girls, handsome boys and intellectual lecturers

Walk beneath the giant tree—laughing, chatting, and discussing.

I, Edc2009077, look through the window of my room.

I see an angel who has descended from heaven.

She called herself Om, and she calls me Sangay.

I, Edc2009077, look through the window of my room.

I see my mother wrapped in the colors of my village.

In making my dreams come true, she has beaten me

As if I am not her beloved son…...

I, Edc2009077, look through the window of my room.

I see my innocent father in his best short smile.

He is never been a father to me …

But a lifetime best friend who coaxed to me be

What I am today…