The Window of Life
I am in a room,
With a brush and a broom.
Casually looking into the window,
But unable to see the rainbow.
My eyes unable to comprehend,
For the window was stained.
Clouded with colours of bleakness,
Darkened by Disappointments,
Reddened by Rejection,
Dimmed by Dejection,
Smudged by Self-doubt,
And Clouded by Criticism in and out.
My mind hovered back,
When things weren't so abstract.
The window was so clean,
That I could see future foreseen.
The rainbow was blooming bright,
As I viewed the world with great delight.
Suddenly I came back to senses,
I rose my brush as a reflex.
Maybe it just needed some cleaning,
As I thought deeming.
I looked again at the window of life,
Sure enough it needed healing all right.
27/03/23
NOTE: Inspiration taken by Book:- Attitude is everything by Jeff Keller
Copyright © Komal Walimbe | Year Posted 2023
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