Looking through a window is what I see,
Heaven on earth is what should be.
Eyes wide open for those who recall,
What has been yet never forgone.
Looking through a window as time pass by,
Merry little children standing side by side.
Careless yet blameless in those who seek,
Thy wisdom that grows down too deep.
Looking through a window the butterfly flies,
Drifting away with its mighty disguise.
Flapping feverishly in a glowy meadow,
Till, what remains is just a shadow.
Looking through a window there I see,
My vision of reality.
©® Tanmoy
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