The naked room felt cold
A window was compassionate
To let the golden robe be draped
The room embellished with pride
Radiated warmth and happiness
Window allowed the morning in
To caress the cold feelings
Windows are the eyes
Eternal love rushes into a naked world
Comfort the soul with warmth
And happiness unsurpassed©
Amitav Chowdhury 
Gorgeous words, Amitav!
This is one to read slowly over a few times.
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Thank you so much, Tanya. 🙂
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If windows are the eyes, then doors must be the ears.
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Hi,Found my way here through Roberta’s site…haven’t read all your posts but I’ve liked the couple that I managed to read. Looking forward to more posts from you 🙂 Cheers!
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Welcome to my blog. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and glad, that you liked them. Will check your blog, I have joined it. Looking forward to more interactions. Best wishes. 🙂
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I love it❤
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Thank you so much, Apeksha. 🙂
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