My Window Poem by Tapas Baidya

My Window

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When I open the window of the southern side
I feel I did not take any foot step from my childhood
The exterior wind blows gentle with motherly touch

Wherever I look there the woods arise
In the dimness of memories departed long

Time is nothing but a battle and defeats me repeatedly
My frustration makes me return to my window
And that very time I solemnly try to make a voyage
In the ripples of rip-roaring tide and times

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakhi Jayashankar 28 October 2008

by the side of the window i comply all my pain and hapiness time may fly away and will not come back to me im waaiting fro a time whn time comes back to me looking through window till the end of horizon

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Raj Nandy 22 August 2008

It is true that no one can win this battle against time! However our sincere efforts are not all lost, and a few fruits are left behind! -Raj Nandy

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