There is a window infront of us
Waiting for the curtain to be lifted,
So that, the liquid sun can open our vision
For showing the landscape of futurity.
But we are the reluctant sleepy heads,
Still groggy in bed
Breathing the past years over and over.
Every night we’re breaking dreams with own hands
To become too tired to see the dawn breaking!
We curse yesterday
Waste today
And tell stories about the insecurity of tomorrow
Ignoring the truth that,
There is always a window infront of us
Waiting for the curtain to be lifted,
So that, the sun can fill our lungs with warm rays,
And the fresh morning air can guide us
To inhale the present’s glory
To exhale the past’s memory,
Only to make a home for the hope of blessed future.
A marvellous poem so nicely and wisely speculated. It is a dream for future where window is future, curtain is mind and sun beam is vision for showing the landscape of futurity. Many thanks dear Sanjukta for posting of such an intensive poem.........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prospects of an opportunity well explored, we are blessed with an additional sense and by using it we make our choices. Very thoughtful poem.....10+++