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.
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.
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