06-06-2015, 03:02 AM
At the window
Five stories depression view
A woman watched, mingle in freedom
Sipping evening tea, in ill wisdom
-Where is outside?
The view is small
Entirety sealed off by walls.
On the screen, patches of debts
And life flavored by smiles
In owl’s cry
One day women sung behind someone’s son,
Their men carried the banner.
Another day women matched,
Their hands held the banner
That day men watched.
Children confined in uniforms
It’s a small view- she said,
But the sequence of this queue, I know.
Normalcy put off, malice break like a wave
Smashing the walls beneath
Calm deep sea, an epicenter beneath.
Calm waters, and a wave rode all along.
It’s a small view
A reflection of a psychiatric room.
Five stories depression view
A woman watched, mingle in freedom
Sipping evening tea, in ill wisdom
-Where is outside?
The view is small
Entirety sealed off by walls.
On the screen, patches of debts
And life flavored by smiles
In owl’s cry
One day women sung behind someone’s son,
Their men carried the banner.
Another day women matched,
Their hands held the banner
That day men watched.
Children confined in uniforms
It’s a small view- she said,
But the sequence of this queue, I know.
Normalcy put off, malice break like a wave
Smashing the walls beneath
Calm deep sea, an epicenter beneath.
Calm waters, and a wave rode all along.
It’s a small view
A reflection of a psychiatric room.