A BLACK WINDOW

[Nandini Jha]

Somewhere on the barren land 

 

Stands a creepy old Kingdom palace

 

Destroyed , devasted yet a pleasure to eyes 

 

There stands a blue eyes filled with dreams of happiness 

 

Happiness that never passes into nothingness

 

 

 

Long long long ago there stood a Kingdom

 

Filled with joyous Street like times of London

 

But then came a storm of dust, a storm of bad omen that took everything away

 

There was a voice from a black window

 

Window that still holds a story of past 

 

Still dreams of world back in time to make a return

 

 

 

You never know when the wheel of fortune returns

 

Black window is still the place where light rays extend their beauty

 

The blue eyes get teary every evening

 

Like waiting for a bliss from heaven

 

And then every morning still dream of good old tales

 

Tales that have been printed in the books of history 

 

 

 

#HISTORY REVEALS DREAMS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE SURRENDERED BUT ALWAYS TO BE LIVED AGAIN AFTER TIMES OF DEVASTATION… 

[Susan Katz]

Thank you s o much for submitting your poem for consideration as Featured Poem of the Week.  What a fine poem – filled with strong sentiment, images that are vivid, and I particularly enjoyed the line – “Like waiting for a bliss from heaven…” it opens doors into our imagination in a wonderfully poetic way.  I hope you have a vey lovely, very creative day, Susan

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