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WINDOW NEXT DOOR


 

WINDOW NEXT DOOR 

              (FROM THE ROOF TOP)  POEM


AUTHOR NOTE:

Every day in the evening, I sat on the rooftop watching and wondering the amazement of nature. Every day, a young bird flies away on the hill,amazed by its beauty and the stories it carries. I always wonder from which farland it must be from, where she is heading, and where she will end. I wonder if the bird is returning to her nest after a long hustle, lost on her way, and trying to find her loved ones and her home. Who knows, I wish I could help the bird find her home,but like you, I also cannot do anything; I just can pray for her safe return,watching from far away, wishing. So this poem is about the bird I gaze at every day, flying overhead, trying to return her lost home


POEM: ✍️Nitesh 

From the west of my home
The wind that blows east ;drift
whistling through the window,young mocking bird 
radiant and as fresh as daisy ;a heart's rift


On the dusky evening,i lie on the rooftop
Watching misty hill,wondering life,on twilight sky
Caress,red cherry and wavy feathery young bird
Dipped on spark,descended from heaven; flies high 


Oh angel! from above the star,take me away
Behind the horizon where nothing lies ahead
Soaring high above the cloud on aroma of you
Where all the misery and ache shed

On dusk i often looked out for window next door
Peeked the glimpse of you
To ensure your arrival on the nest
Along with a letter from farland;you know

In your reflection of stars,my eyes do gently bow
My heart tinkles on your sight
Heartbeat throbs;gaze shy away
moon'S too shy,appears after your departure goodbye
Later,Will shine over the hill
Welcoming the mocking bird home at night

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