Behind The Window Frame Poem by Rohma safi

There is a window, across the road
a glass window in a wooden frame
a little girl's beautiful face
imprisoned behind this heavy frame
once I glanced at her
it seemed like a picture
but when she winked
I was craving to take one more look
but damn the mishmash
of dust and raindrops
the dusty window frame
hid all of her pain
the cruel raindrops
hid her teardrops
but once I took another look
I saw like spangles in her eyes
her tresses were kissing her neck
and her spindly fingers
mincingly playing with them
The spangles were saying to me
as much as you illuminateyour world
you could never hide the stars
you'll find them every night
one day I'll be free to fly
I'll leave the world behind
then I'll return gloriously
its nothing but an illusion
the image that imbued you
and your heart too