Windows have always fascinated me
For even in my infancy, I am told,
The impish tot I was,
I would climb them all
Anywhere, everywhere
Anytime, every time
Climbing the windows
gave me pleasure not felt ever since
And I, dipped in childish bliss
Would climb them all
Anywhere, everywhere
Anytime, every time
As I grew up
into a youthful child
I realized in utter disdain
That the dear window
Acted at times like an iron curtain
Hiding the reality from everyone alike
My obsession with windows
In a world with enough doors shut
led me to a place unimagined
Where hate, subordination and subjugation
Were dissolved in the worldly air
The many prejudices of the world
Viewed through the window
Haunted me like an apparition loyal
In the perfectly imperfect society
Which appeared to me, like a jail,
A prison that no one could escape
