On the Eight Floor

I live on the eighth floor
in a small flat
all alone.

A pair of windows in the flat
open outward.
Its terrifying.

I've put strong grills
on the windows.

Not that I apprehend danger
from outside. At this height
none dare intrude from outside.

The danger lies within me
terrible things happening around -
this isolation and boredom -
could any day force me
to jump out of the window.

poem by Kunwar Narayan
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