A Narrow Strip of Window Rectangle


Could a narrow strip of window-rectangle

Heart and mind entangle?

Well, mine did—on a glorious summer noon.

Showing a bit of azure sky and a majestic mango tree,

Bursting with flowers that danced free;

A wisp of coconut frond too it framed,

Letting my imagination go untamed…

How many flowers would become fruit, how many would fall?

How many would get trampled and all?

Mango and coconut, trees so different,

Stand they together with (their) identities apparent.

Man and Wife, they are not alike.

But, only some remain distinct and co-exist without dislike.

Well, musing thus I realized:

In that instant, the narrow space—the mere window-rectangle,

Had showed a slice of life, without a wangle.