As the Sun kissed the Western sky,I watched through my broken window when a flock of birds fly. I was breathless seeing the fluorescent glow, The scenic beauty propelled my emotions to flow. I completely enjoyed the stunning twilight, As the birds tirelessly took flight. I fathom being one amongst the flock of birds, So I could steer towards my dwelling before I grow nerd. Every time, I saw the same manifestation; My heart was forever in devastation. The sky faded and the birds vanished, But I was still trailing them emotionally famished. I was transfixed for a long time, soaked in my tears; My eyes squinted toward the Western sky, anticipating my dear. I could neither see nor hear Her; I still watched through my broken window though far. When the glorious Sun kissed the broken window, I was still watching the Western sky over the lush green meadow. My eyes were fatigued and swollen; Yet, I tried until I was crestfallen. I would rather stop looking at the Western sky, And end watching the birds and begin myself to fly. There is so much beauty in imagination, But it is merely a life’s fascination. As I watch the world through a broken window, I see the broken world just like the window.