Window in a Prison

Nov 11, 2022

1 min read

By Venkat Vamsi

The window to my room

shines some light when the flower bloom

sprinkles few drops when the floods hit the roof

I wish it was closed when it’s freezing my floor

but the window to my room

is the only living witness

that makes this life true.

By Venkat Vamsi

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