Broken Window

To the memory of the past,
To the building that does not last.
I had caught a view of breaking glass,
To the reality of Broken seal of Brass.

The window that look took me to wonderlands,
Now showed me just devastated bands.
I know for sure,
To mend it is a favour,
As now, it will have a different behaviour.

It's never going to take me to old hours,
which I wasted just gazing far.
My simple pleasure broke into pieces as that glass of window,
The only way to escape when I had been locked in a room of row !

I went forward,
Picked a piece of glass that still remain over,
My eyes starred outside the vacant frame;
The water that drained,
The view and the road that end.

The frame that has no crystal but way clear,
Marry songs of birds I hear.
I was filled with a new zeal,
For the soul to heal.
A same old place to discover,
And a broken window to fill with a new glass for forever !

A memory to last,
As a dream of past !!

- Snehal Patil