The window existed in the opacity of the wall <br />While blood flowed in the body, dizzy and moving <br />And words struck quickly, as in a morning breeze. <br />On the morning was the jazz music flowing freely <br />And as the music went, the pipal leaves danced <br />The breeze struck beauty in the sun’s ambience <br />Shadows flowed in the tree’s exquisite motions <br />The world danced, the tree danced, the wall danced <br />On the wall the elephant danced with his tail high <br />The kings of yesteryears rode on camels that laughed <br />On the opposite wall yesterday’s man and woman <br />Joined in the life’s chorus from across death’s borders <br />Space merged with time, fragile images with solidity <br />Water flowed in the gardener’s hose, silver and soft <br />With a flowing sound that smelled earth and water.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-window-25/
