A window,
It helps give us,
A glimpse of the outside,
Doesn’t it?
A window,
It could show us,
The playground outside,
Children playing,
Wives chatting,
Mothers and their kids,
Sons and their fathers,
Basking in the sun.
A window,
It could show us,
The smog outside,
People fighting,
Wives weeping,
Mothers without their kids,
Sons lying dead in their father’s arms,
Looked upon by a crimson sky.
A window,
It could show us,
A shower of fireworks,
Colours and lights
Of celebrations and festivals,
New clothes,
New cars,
New lives.
A window,
It could show us,
The explosion outside,
Sounds and lights,
Of anguish and carnage,
Torn clothes,
Burnt men,
Lost lives.
A window,
It could show you the sky,
The trees,
The families,
The homes,
The joy,
The love,
The life.
The same window,
Could show a crimson sky,
A cut down tree,
A few broken families,
A burned down home,
A crying kid,
A dying love,
Death.
Which window do you have?
Windows of dearth,
Or that of mirth?
Windows of calamity,
Or of opportunity?
Windows of a dark past,
Or that of a bright future?
Some are lucky; some others, not so much.
Indeed, a window,
It helps give us perspective,
A glimpse of the outside,
It does, doesn’t it?
– S. Narayanswamy
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A window – letting in the light and bringing the promise of far off adventures – even as you sit in your “terminal” bed…
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