Manali Choudhury

Windows

I have always fancied a window,
A large, square, wooden window.
One through which the sparkly Moon can shine,
On my not so spongy bed.
One which holds the picture of a meandering train,
One on which sits the not-so-grumpy owl.
Oh, yes! The owl!
It comes at night when the tree’s asleep,
When rats go deep,
When worms crumble the mossy earth beneath.
And on rainy nights,
The window stands ‘tween the two worlds,
Of my dry heart, and the slippery slime.
The smell after the shower…
Oh, no coins can bring me the joy so old,
When ancients reigned, and histories were told.
It will look out onto the blue-green ocean,
The steps to infinity, the path to serenity,
Where no man is king, none the ruler,
But the sky the Master,
The silversmith, the jeweller.
It will find me dozing
Into midnight fairy dreams,
It will raise me surely, to a garden so heavenly,
It will be my world, here and beyond,
It will be my passage of spaces I’m fond.
Bliss will be my skin,
I will be still,
Wherefrom I will surely respond.

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