Windows

Man’s the window to world without, within, Wider be it, exciting gets the scene. The trouble is: window gets too narrow, He neither keeps it clean, nor any bright. Trouble is: man’s not tolerant enough Of those that see from a different window. Trouble is: trying to bang down locked doors, He misses out widely open windows. That, madly in love of same old windows, He forgets to forge new to see new world. Trouble is he forgets: an open mind Be like a window that lets in fresh air, And that the windows are not kept open, And like windows, his mind too remains closed. And there’s always a new world waiting out, But then, his window’s shut and so is mind. When a window of opportunity Appears, the window shades oft are down. The trouble is: vast be the outside scene, Windows far few, tight shut, or shutters down! And man’s marooned with just today’s story, An epic’s waiting when to get unfold. __________________________________________ Musings |04.08.2022| Blank verse