By The Window
written by: Pratik Mitra
By the window, the eye is free.
So is the drizzle wetting the tree
And the vicinity is blurred
And the birdsong’s unheard
For they have rested in their nest
Seeing the nature’s fest
With thunder, lightning, and chiaroscuro’s dance.
Life is stuck as it has always been,
But by the window, the eyes are at least free
Dreaming and savouring the trance
With things ever-renewed, when are again seen.
Pratik Mitra is a teacher by profession and a writer by vocation. He's from Konnagar, India. Both his poems and stories have been published in different magazines and anthologies. He writes both in Bengali and in English. He's the author of three books. Besides writing he's fond of watching films, reading books, playing chess and cricket.
Latest posts by Pratik Mitra (see all)
- By The Window - November 25, 2025
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