The Window - Poem by Nikesh Murali
The window says many things,
It lets in the breeze and sings.
Bangs to let you know the wind is strong,
When locked, keeps away doers of wrong.
Earplugs for the moaning wind,
A hard ball shortens the stint.
A drum during rainfall,
Pulsating, throbbing, et al.
Free music on your sill,
Raindrops reminding you of Jack and Jill.
Sometimes full of pimples,
When lightening strikes it trembles.
Canvas for neon lights,
Fleeting glimpses trite.
Chauffeuring morning, day and night.
Stylish, four-cornered sights.
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