Windows

Windows are forbidden in this season,
The weather may be against, for the calamities;
Open your door to the wind of heroes,
My worst enemy is raised beyond doubt;
The volumes of work committed
Has combined and rested, forming happiness;
Their worlds were over-ridden without us,
You are gaping at my face that shines
Because the light is kind, and the world is one.
Look through the gaps in the wall
And adjust to scents of pleasure,
The wall is heavier than stone.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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