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The Window

When the morning starts,
this window shows me,
a piece of sky,
where the sun flies with his red wings.
It also shows me,
A flock of chirping birds
that jump from one branch to another,
conveying a message 
"Freedom is the synonyms of peace".

Window has written numerous love stories,
starting from sharing of feelings,
sending signals with different gestures,
up to the coupling of the souls.
The script of all these love stories
have been written by this window.
The journey of 'Window Queen' to 'Queen of real life',
it is the eyewitness.

Just think about a house having no window,
where four walls of the house 
kills the air by gripping it's throat,
it is just like a country having no constitution
where devil wins every race,
people like thieves, robbers, killers and rapists
march ahead with raising their head. 

In our busy life we discover a new world,
when cold breeze enters frequently through our window.
After comparing the length, breadth 
and size of captivity with freedom,
I wish to fly like a bird 
spreading the wings and singing a song.

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