Window World

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by sreemanti

The window to my room
held a world as a captive

the colours were rude
and the melting rains were drastic

I hardly gazed outside
and hardly smelt the earth

freshly drenched from rain
I craved only lust

I never looked into
the self
into the narcissistic mirror
and admired the falling locks
that smeared my face with cheer

ascetic to beauty
the girl came my way

and held out a piece of bread
the only meal of the day

beateous she looked
with the pride of poverty

me in my grandeur
smiled to her shifty
giggling laughter
her meaningless plead
for a one rupee coin
fallen on the way

I gave her the bread
her only meal of the day

then, back home
i sat and stared
into my little window world
the colours were rude
the crimsons struck my face

and the fairy tale mirror
pelted doown on the charming
innocence in my face.

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