Along the roadside as I go, <br />I peep through the houses in a row. <br />In which one appears strange; <br />As if it has undergone many times a change. <br />I glance at the solitary window, <br />Which has many melancholy seeds to sow. <br />I go near the window which is solitary; <br />Bearing the days lonely and nights dreary. <br />What is the life of that house, I think! <br />Where no one breathes nor anyone's eyes blink! <br />With this thought I move along the window sill, <br />Keeping the thought in my mind still; <br />I move aside the place, <br />With memory's smallest trace.<br /><br />Shruti Fadte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-through-the-window-sill/
