I press my eyes on the window glass,
And look for my lovely lass,
But she dances on the grass,
As sky plays the musical brass.
The willow rustles at this night,
The feeling in me is so delight,
Bushes sparkle beneath the light,
Love for her mounts over the height.
I envy other side of the window,
Wanting to break it and let myself go,
To get sodden in this wintry rain,
Hugging her, and releashing my pain.
I want to be there on the meadow,
Breaking this wooden window,
Obstructing my eyes to see her,
Though she is near, yet so far.
As I see the other side of the window,
I feel like to borrow,
Her fragile wintry drenched hands,
And walk miles on the marshy land.
©® Bagawath Bhandari