The Girl at the Window



A box full of train tickets she saw
With her mother at the station door
She saw it belongs to the ticket man
And wanted to be as so
With a dream of a secret agent too
Ding dong, the desk is awesome
Open, Book out
Close
Open, Book in
Close
Open, Pencil out
"Lid it is, not a drawer" she wondered
The children learn the book
But she leans and look
Through the window to the virtuosos
Enjoys them sing and dance
Stays and stays or she'll miss the chance
"What are you doing"
"Where are you going"
She cries through the window
To the flying sparrow
"She is terrible,
Psycho, out of control
Find a new school"
The teacher lets her out
Her mom finds a new school
For the girl, she knew it will be cool
A school in a train, is what she found
Of Sosaku Kobayashi, the greatest one
"Mom, new school is wonderful"
She was amazed and truthful
Chatted with Sosaku six hours
No one ever listened so much
"Something from ocean"
"Something from land"
It was and interesting lunch
of crunch
Once her little purse
Fell to a toilet pit as a curse
Dig the pit until she found
More value was it that dozens of pound
In the summer, perfect for a swim
Cool to be in the pool
No swimming suits were at all
Girls and boys, naked no rules!
One sided love to Tai-chan
Dreamed of being his bride forever as the sun
Seven years old girl was fallen in love
Love is a sacrifice, she taught to bow
A rejected girl from a school of nerds
'Tomo' made her a free bird
Testsuko Kuroyanagi she is
Who won the world, a role model

About this poem

Based on the Japanese biography, "The Girl at the window"

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Written on July 10, 2021

Submitted by Methmi on October 10, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Words 301
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 53

Methmi Mandara

Methmi Mandara is a 14 years old (2021) poet who completed primary education at Sujatha Vidyalaya Nugegoda and now studies at Gothami Balika Vidyalaya, Colombo Sri Lanka. She also a writer and a translator more…

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