Window

In one corner of my room, That is shaped like a tomb, There is a window, where I sit And see my world through it. I see the rising sun, I see the melting dew, I see the blooming flowers, I see the sky’s changing hues. Through it I embrace the fading sun, I live the joyous rains, I feel the flowery fragrance, I walk those lonely ways. Through it I float with the summer clouds, I breathe the winter breeze, I touch the autumn leaves, I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs. Through the window, I see my world. Neither the autumn leaves, Nor the springtime songs; Neither the winter sunshine, Nor the summer rains; Would have been great Had it not been through my window rails. Through my window, I see the world. In the window, lies the entire bliss; Beyond the window is only an illusion. Suyash Saxena