View from windowpane...

Every morning,
from my small windowpane,
I see,
The pearls,
of dew drops on grazing lane,
Those lush green leaves,
& beautiful flowers,
Bliss that heaven showers,
That pair of sparrows on the tree,
Makes love so care free,
The silky shine grass sprees,
On the rhythm of the breeze,
The songs of birdies,

fills my ears with melodies,
I see,
Far away on the horizon,
An unusual union,
The earth embracing,
In her arms the mighty sun,

I see,
I see it everyday from my small windowpane,
Detached from the world, all alone in oblivion,

Prisoner of my own soul,

Hated by one and all,

Tortured, humiliated, broken,

Shattered, scattered, forgotten,

I wish to die each day,

to let my soul fly free in the sky,
and feel the love and splendor of nature,
I saw all my life,
from my small windowpane.