* She said- A Book is an open window *
An open window would lit the room,
No matter however gloomy it may be.
It would let the light in-
Vanishing the dampness and darkness within.
One may keep within the confines;
Yet be exposed to all that’s happening..
Like a Book teaches you of a subject,
The Light, makes visible all the objects.
You stand next to one,
Filling yourself with Hope:
You see the Sunrise and the mark of a Dawn;
And a trail of the horse- cart, even when it’s gone..
I now write- to create a Window to myself..
It would take long but create one- I will..!
It would be large, it would be vast-
It would bring in all that was lost.
It would no longer matter then-
That I am locked up in a cell..
For that window would be my sky and my floor;
Opening me out- to the world as a Door.
It would let the passersby discover me hidden-
Letting me escape the timely prison!
The Window would then compete with the cell- walls,
Standing Me strong- opposing them all.
I would free myself of all the pain;
The humiliation, the anger, the disgust and the hurt..
It would mark a beginning of a new life song-
One that I would sing with everyone along.
My Dear Mom, bless me again-
I’ve only started on the way that’s far stretched.
I promise I won’t give up till I am done;
I’ll adorn my victory- they’ll say “I have won..”