The window.

The window.

Window,which is placing
to the south of my room,
is the only space,
through which i can enjoy,
the nature and its face.

In my childhood days,
when my mind flew,
with the free birds,
and floated with the clouds,
I withdrew my eyes from books.

Sunday afternoon was my favourite
when I was young.
I sat infront of the widow,
wrote my beloved emotional letters
and very often took vow.

Still I sit infront of the window
and I become nostalgic.
Many memories of by gone days,
crammed in my mind
and my cheeks are flooded with tears.