The Window Boy

Everyday from my window I watch your window Hiding myself in the curtain, Creating an opening always certain. Trying to find you, But can't see clearly through. Unless I see you, Waiting for as many minutes, Because my love has no limits. Finally can see a boy, Roaming in the garden who enjoy. To see him, Getting into the net But unable to see his face yet. Towards my window As he turns, I again hide behind the curtains, As I watch his window, He watches mine. When he turns & go back, I again start to track. Something between us is strange, I observed which never change. And I am on my way to find, As although we are not together But we are confined. I hope till the end Until which we are define, I will watch your window, And you just watch mine.