The Window Swings Open Poem by Mohammad Younus

The window swings open,
I look in,
It is lighted in there,
Moon shining overhead,
A man sitting in the centre,
Of the galaxies in the sky,
The green carpet in the flower garden,
Spread out under his feet,
A special honoured visitor!
The beautiful in the beautiful environment!
This man, this universe is all beauty,
Perfect! matchless!
All things are perishable, breakable,
But not this beauty!
Nothing like this beauty,
I have seen before;
I feel ecstasied
The window swings closed.

Mykoul