Poetry

Window

The diaphanous window in my room

Mirrors the world outside

I let it open and gaze from it

Dark realities confront me

The hungry child on the street

Frail and rugged

Listless probing eyes

Clinging on to his helpless mother

Invisible to his brethren around

His brethren-in a cocoon they dwell

Chooses to see through the coloured glass

Of their arched windows

Happy and content.

It’s time to knock at the windows of our hearts

Unleash the fountain of humanity

Let the milk of kindness flow

A helping hand, a soothing touch

An assuring smile and glance of the eye

To these angels on Earth

And sing the song of Life.

 

                                                                          ~Sangeeta Konwar

                                                                            Bangalore, India

One Comment

  1. Nandakumar KS

    Nice….!

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