Come, Look through me
The glass pane should not bother you
Look through me
At the countless buildings
Skyscrapers,
Some colourful, the others dull
Look at their windows
Carved windows, some painted
Some huge ,some tiny
Oh! That window over there
Doesn't it look lavish
Beautifully carved
Of a big bright mansion
Look into it
Look closely
It's dark inside
Can you see a drooping figure
Oh they are looking into me now
At you
Your room is a mess
But they are smiling at you
And you are smiling at them
Two windows see each other
And two souls smile
Though far apart but still with one another
-Priyanka Hosur
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
