Opening into the azure sky so vast and the broad daylight

The window with its face covered by ebon rods of a grill

That refrain the golden waves of streaming sunlight

From flooding in in tides unruly and unopposed

They need to bend around these raven sentinels of iron

Weaving a gossamer reticula of Shadows and light

She sits in one secluded corner untouched by curbed fingers of light

Her eyes vacant as dark hollows, expressionless

As they gaze in oblivion at the kaleidoscopic countenance of the horizon

drinking in the enfolding panorama with thirsty eyes

Only a fleeting twinkle of vestigial desire is seen for an instant

As she gazes with longing at the children playing in their togetherness

Those dancing to the symphony of the falling raindrops

Or racing each other across the asphalted bosom of the serpentine road

Even just laughing with delight as a cascade rippling in sunbeams

She gazes at them and hopes against hope for such a moment

Often talking to herself aloud to remember speech

Or just to break the aura of suffocating, strangling silence

She sits with her mishapen feet curled under ,

As if praying on her knees for forgiveness for sins unknown

Deserted as a cursed omen of misfortune, abandoned and forgotten

In this room with just a window for companionship

She has just a few friends in this world of indifferent strangers

The wind with cool fingers creeps in to caress her scars

Revealing to her tenderness and love with stroking hands

And tells tales of distant lands in ambiguous words, not understood

But still comforting as a hummed lullaby with unintelligible words

The rays of sunlight that enter through the grilled window to kiss her brow

Wiping away the dewdrops of emotions, beaded on cheeks

Stars studded on the tiara of the night wink with sparkling eyes

And make her smile for a brief instant of carefree delight

The moon with shadows of grief at her plight, on radiant silver face

Peeps in to share her complacence and serene patience

As it slowly melts away in melancholy at her sorrow

Only to be born again from the womb of turquoise tides 

The raindrops with their melody of enthusiasm sing to her

And paint rainbows like her fluorescent dreams for her to admire

Waves of the ocean splashon sandy shores and their opera rejuvenates

Her desires and hopes those that wither like unfurled buds in a storm

The nightingale sings poignant strains through the foliage for her

And the swallow with twittering greetings perches on the window sill

While she sits in her dark corner gazing at the panorama

Enfolding before her eyes like a cinemascope in motion

While moments creep away unheeded and pendulum of Time keeps

Moving to and fro like invisible footprints of Time plodding ahead…