- Nandita Rana
> Window
"I'm looking out, through this tainted glass
To the outside
Blurred are the visions
Deformed are the shapes- that they carry
The sun rises-
Some clouds hide it all away
The doors are closed
I'm breathing the same air, again and again
Hearing the tunes
That I can only hear
and nothing else.
I think about myself
I think about everybody else
I smile, and I regret
I sit down in a chair
Stare outside again
Through the tainted glass
I try to see, the outside
With the doors closed
And the same air,
The same old chill
The same old tunes
And I close my eyes
While they all pass me by……….
One by one"
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