The window of life stood before my eyes.
What I saw I can not adequately describe.
It was all I could ever wish for.
An eye could ask never for a feast better.
So much hope the window brought.
Swept along with the cool draught.
Of happiness unlimited, and unknown.
Open doors making it welcome even more.
In my dreams I’ve seen, I confess,
The view that this window has presented.
My dreams are so vivid, so real, so lovely.
I do believe… staunchly, in their authenticity.
To see my wish come true, I don’t need a genie.
To see those waves lapping the shore is so genuine.
As are my dreams, and they will come to life.
The window of life is before me, so will the door be, ever alive.
A Walk into the Woods 
It’s so true Avyuka, the window of life painted in vivid imagery:)
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Thanks Vishal!! 🙂
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Nice poem, Avyukta.
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As are my dreams, and they will come to life.
The window of life is before me, so will the door be, ever alive.
Yes each day is a gift
to this enchanted encounter we must not drift.
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Beautiful! The poem gives wings to dreams and hopes!
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