The Windows

There they lie,

The two barred, steel windows:

With the lock left bare

The curtains pulled afar

Tied to a knot.

The clusters of sludge

Hanging on to lintels

Giving a rusty semblance.

The knocked down pieces of paint,

That leaves an orange back drop,

With the ants marching off, like

Soldiers in an army:

Carrying food and eggs

The great saviours!

The windows, they bring me the ……..faces

Of the path of coconut trees

And the small hut over

Embedded with creepers,and the solitary wall

Erect, firm and sure of itself,

Making space for the bricks

To show off.

 The windows!

I could sit near them

And gape out through.

To see the homely earth.

The windows!

Where everything gluts into everyone’s head,

Where every new creation

Takes its form,

The windows!