NaPoWriMo25 GloPoWriMo25
The window that brings the morning sunlight trooping inShe opens first thing upon waking Though the sealed window won’t help her smell The freshness of the waking dawn She draws the curtains more to see the light and taste the warmth. At night darkness looms gloomily after the moonlight’s Perfunctory greeting and parting;Her mind unleashes irrational fears She closes the curtains cringing from the monsters she sees there. The television is her window all through the day She has made the world her family and loses herself in its affairsThe iPad is her occasional window into the lives of children farawayCrippled, she rarely leaves her room In the old age home. I carry guilt-soaked images of mother -Framed and trapped inside a windowHer nose pressed to the glass Waving goodbyeAs loneliness engulfs and drowns herStaring vacantly at the taxi that tears away a part of her each time.