The window

a strange journal into the unemployment of S.Kandaswamy 
chapter 16: The window                                                                                                                     

The eyes of the street have searched and lost,

The footprints of the paths that I have crossed;

And holding the severed neck of trust,

The curtains now fall before the exodus.

Unmarried lovers that sweep the roads,

Of unwanted filth and love that shows,

And marry the patriot ever so proud,

And the children of god to fall from his cloud.

The four winds have turned the stone,

That sat like the world all on its own.

And through this window blows the cold,

And the skies and oceans sing for the bold.

Hinder the moment I said untrue,
And question the rain the sky turned blue,
When I think of all things made of gold and silver,
To shine like gods among the homeless shiver.
A woman walks to the sound of freedom,
A man follows her steps to the temple found,
They pray together and laugh forever,
Watching the stars fall slowly into the swerving river.
We have flown the skies so many times,
But ever have we wondered how the falcon climbs,
As the storm approaches and we cry instead,
The majestic wings beaten fierce and the eyes of dread.