The window opens out
could see the world throughout
the light passes in with a flair
the breeze rushes in with a care
the eyes are caught in a glare
stretching the sight with a stare
park on objects both high and low
there they eye on the stars in a glow
whose twinkle is slightly a twinge
it could also be a streaky hinge
the stars move in a range
the eyes emit an enthusiasm strange
the loftiness holds the breath
the idealism they illustrate lends a strength
that much for the greatness in all
a little lower rather down on the ground
lies the mud with rough stones around
the eyes slowly traverse through
find a lot of meaning in their humility very true
the ruggedness is quite explicit
the realism elucidated is implicit
that is most we see through the window
the enhanced high and the enigmatic low.
Meenas Poems 