Six in the morning
she opens the window
in silence, in peace
ever free from fear.
Dearly and deeply
without any thoughts
she hears the chirps of birds in silence
cherish the sound as rarely heard
I gaze her from the opposite window
endangering myself
with certain desire
that forbids by my religion conviction
From the depths of heart, i behold her
with so much felling of love
if as a man beholden, pond on vast desert.
who's eyes only runs to drink with selfishness.
From there without any hope
as motherly love
she smiles to passerby
while hundreds of sun-rays sparkles with it.
And upon defeat by her charm
passerby offers flower to her
endangered i, do witness those events
angrily, towards act of passerby.
Although I perform spiritual mediation
With strong dedication and utmost faith
but i lost all obtain peace and knowledge
merely on act.
free from rush and enthusiasm
her eyes wander towards east
piteously- without any emotion
neither for any search.
New warm-sun light fall upon her face
and refection sparkles
if as when sun-rays fall upon blue river
to sparkle more brilliant
I watch her, from the window many a time
i thought not to
but great wanderer enters in a single movement
unlike to attain pure mind.
Without joy, without sorrow
seven in the morning, she closes the window
one more day, unknowingly infinite preciousness of her and her beauty
on another human soul.
keep writing bro. Your poems are really romantic and beautiful. Really enjoyed. Keep up the good flow. :-) Take care.
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