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The blue window - A poem

Updated on May 18, 2012
Old blue window © Tomas Jasinskis #5951565
Old blue window © Tomas Jasinskis #5951565 | Source

In that small house at the corner

Deserted for long

There was a window, painted in blue

Which never opened to outside world


Both it sides together

But could not see each other

Everyone thought they are one

Bonded for life

Glued together, morphed into one



But no one knew the truth

Better than them

Every morning they waited to be opened

Their wait lasted till dusk

When the sun signaled his return

The two could only sigh

In the transition of night and day


They had resigned to fate, never gave up

Until one morning

They heard ominous sounds

A bulldozer moving there, determined, steady

Stopped for a while

And moved with a force, very high

Within minutes

The front came crashing on the ground

The windows broke into two

One over the other

They could see each other

The emotions bottled for years

Swelled to become a sea, nobody could see

They were in a tight embrace

Though it only came at the very end

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      jfay2011 6 years ago

      a very explosive poem. Well done.