Windows have always fascinated me For even in my infancy, I am told, The impish tot I was, I would climb them all Anywhere, everywhere Anytime, every time Climbing the windows gave me pleasure not felt ever since And I, dipped in childish bliss Would climb them all Anywhere, everywhere Anytime, every time As I grew up into a youthful child I realized in utter disdain That the dear window Acted at times like an iron curtain Hiding the reality from everyone alike My obsession with windows In a world with enough doors shut led me to a place unimagined Where hate, subordination and subjugation Were dissolved in the worldly air The many prejudices of the world Viewed through the window Haunted me like an apparition loyal In the perfectly imperfect society Which appeared to me, like a jail, A prison that no one could escape. ~ Echoes Of Ink