039 It’s all in the mind : A view from the window

A view from the window
Stained by dirt,
Blackened by soot,
Worn out with old age,
Chained by events of life,
I stay rooted in my place,
With a view from the window,
The view which takes me away,
Away to a beautiful place,
Where there is no limits to my imagination,
Where my mind is free and unchained.
~The End~
Picture courtesy : Pravin Prajabati

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.