The Window Wink. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Window' Wink.

The doors remain opened,
The mansion takes no care,
People come and go,
Unheard cries the tears.

The lone window stretches its mind,
To the desert, the hill, and the sea,
The probable sure, may come and cure,
The un contented satiety.

The coral-mornings through seasonal monitors,
Set the panorama of gay and gray films,
Dreams rise and dreams fade,
Vacantly empty turns the glimpse.

The window-wide brings the sights,
That were never cared by clumsy doors,
The yoked wines, lament and whine,
In the rat -race, to covet more and more!

The window wink, on transparent brink,
Saturates its love -loran-anguish,
For the lover comes, and it jumps,
The world's hankering now perish.