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