The window of hope

Nilesh Navalkar arts

This is the place where I come every night

with my spoiled little cat.

A place with a brick wall having a big window.

I sit there watching the moon, glowing bright.

finding peace, I always failed at

I realized it is possible here though.

My hairs flowing along with the cool breezes

bright and faint, the moonlight teases.

Here I am, away from the daily routine

and the unpleasant scenes.

That is why, I call it the window of hope

It teaches me how to cope

from the daily life stress

and not to get depressed.

Here is the peace.

I wish the time freeze.

Now, I can go to sleep with ease.

©Harsha Navalkar

PS - I would like to thank @nil.arts for creating an artistic view of my poem.

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