The Window

The window frames a curious world, 

A world that juxtaposes chaos and order.

A world divided by imaginary borders.

A world governed by deluded hoarders.

From my window I watch the madness unfold.

As I sat, the sky darkened with promise of rain.

It grumbled at the world below as if to complain.

The wind carried its sympathetic wail with uncontrollable tears of pain.

I remained awkwardly at the window,

feeling guilty and wishing I have finally gone insane.

The green inhabitants danced shamelessly with evident glee.

I guess one's sadness is another's happiness.

At least they are decent enough to show their weakness.

I witnessed all these from the window that opened to a sordid world of bliss and misery.