Window

Window 

We stood at the same window, gazing out at the sky,
Yet our views diverged, like birds taking flight.
She chose to cage them, to hold them tight,
While I yearned to soar with them, to feel the wind's delight.

She saw the beauty in confinement, the safety of a nest,
While I saw freedom in the open skies, where wings find rest.
We stood at the same window, but our hearts were far apart,
Two worlds collided, yet our dreams remained a work of art.

The birds sang sweet melodies, a chorus in the air,
A symphony of longing, a symphony of care.
She listened to their songs, with a heart that was confined,
While I felt the rush of wind, as my spirit aligned.

-Goldi Mishra