I'm sitting
by this side of the window
still silent dry and wry
and there, just two steps away
...
Ahh! once more the pang of my heart
takes me in that deep agony
of losing my smile
of burning in bile
...
I see you walk and climb up high
My heart wishes I could also fly
I don't want hands extended for help
For mixed with pity they are wry
...
The Two Sides
I'm sitting
by this side of the window
still silent dry and wry
and there, just two steps away
on the other side of the window
blooms a different world
with a fragrance of being soaked
in happiness and joy.
I'm sitting
by this side of the window
confined levied and lost
and there just two steps away
on the other side of the window
dances the nature
on the music of clouds
that sing the song of freedom.
I'm sitting
by this side of the window
suffocated and ill
and there on the other side of the window
green is sparkling at its zenith
and winds are blowing
for flowers are glowing
pampering, smiling—just carefree!
I'm sitting
by this side of the window
waiting, hoping, dreaming
and there just two steps away
on the other side of the window
meets the beauty of the earth
its mate—His gift—the Rain
and claps the universe…