M. Asim Nehal Window Poems

I am a window
people look through me
they see reflections of themselves
and what they want to see
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Before someone crazy begins hurling stones at our home,
let's replace the glass window.

Amidst these shifting times, as the breeze begins to pick up
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I write with finger
to see the outside world
naked translucent.
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Train moving at a brisk pace
Passing by the lush green fields
Over the river, besides the mountains
Taking its course on a set path
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All the happiness went away from window pane
and I feel sad about it and a little insane
The wind howled through the gaps in the wall
The creaking and groaning, such an eerie call
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