Window Poem by Sunil Shandilya

There's a spirit behind the window
Agile, bewildered and restless
Directionless it moves, vague and senseless
It's made of all hues and shades
And all those ideas that fades

There's a spirit behind that window
Along that spirit is a tree
Trapped its feet, branches are free
Sun's nest harbouring life
The glass is misty, the sky azure
But enough dark for the spirit to endure

There'sSpirit behind that window
Silent noises he tries to convey
Gazing my face with great dismay
For shall i reveal the message diguised
He will be freed and the mist shall hide