Life is a window of being

Was, nor will be, Life, a window is of being, Perhaps, One is never sure. A window, When looked out, the world unfolds, Perhaps, World’s what you make of it. I look and see a Kadamb tree, Her leaves flutter And bathe in winter’s golden sun. Her lemon-size fruits look inviting, Which, not but monkeys are biting Even after they ripen, Once the bees have enjoyed Its buds-like flowers. I also see a Saptaparni, A bird on it sings her loneliness Hiding under its branch Whilst my old age broods mine. All this vision is Long as you see, no more when not, The view on this window Was, nor will be. Life’s a window of being, Perhaps, One is never sure. ________________ Musings |15.01.2025|life, window