<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Windows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windows open vistas for us<br>Windows - of hearts, of minds or of eyes<br>Windows - which might open outward<br>Or inward<br>They bring the light on the other end to this end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windows converse<br>They open the alphabetical locks of our lips <br>When night weaves nets of darkness on windows<br>Life-spans speak out in whispers from abysses of pain<br>Windows then perforce remain silent<br>Suffer days of tongue-tied laws<br>Nights of oppression<br>And epochs of tyranny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windows are self same stories of dreams<br>Of centuries<br>Mute testimony of chasms<br>Court yards and ruined houses<br>Evidence of rusted eons rattling with exhaustion<br>in tyrant time's primordium continuity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windows have the heart of a woman<br>They open their body's wings of each clime<br>With a little waft of wind<br>With fragrance, sunlight, rain or moon beams.<br>They blow away paper-light images<br>And waste away life in uncharted desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When butterflies fly in front of windows<br>Eyes glued to window panes become tearful<br>With noontide memories.<br>Evenings look forward to a wayfarer passing by<br>When they're covered with climbers<br>holding forth red and white flowers<br>They fill closed fists with the touch of fire-flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windows often insist on being kept open <br>They're surprised to watch cloud, birds<br>And the blue sky's expanse<br>If they're kept shut<br>They're afraid of the life breath of <br>Walls and rooms getting strangulated.<br>They're afraid of dwellers forsaking their houses<br>They also feel life's desertion<br>They also feel despondent<br>Windows are human beings! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br>Translated from the original Urdu into English by Satyapal Anand. <br>Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naseer+Ahmed+Nasir">Naseer Ahmed Nasir</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465047" data-title="Windows de Naseer Ahmed Nasir" data-description="Windows open vistas for us Windows - of hearts, of minds or of eyes Windows - which might open outward Or inward They bring the light on the other end to this end. Windows converse They open the alphabetical locks of our lips When night weaves n..."></div> </div> </div>

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