Day: October 27, 2017

the windowseat poem

Poetry : The Window-Seat

Every time I sit in the window-seat of a train I see my faint reflection on the windowpane. It stares at me like I’ve committed a crime Constantly reminds me that I don’t have much time. And forces me to contemplate the meaning of life. I ponder over the many reasons of, my being alive. […]

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