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.