Window Across the Street
I used to open window pans to peep out
what occurred in my street
Who were walking in, through the street;
I closed them, not to let peep.
There was an other window facing
on the other side of the street
On a fine day, my sight went across
and there, my eyes got fixed.
Thence upon, I became keen to wait
when the window pans would open
Kept watching there constantly
as my eyes had got frozen.
A pretty picture across the window
caused my heart to spurt
It became a routine to peep
that always cooled down my heart.
Gradually, the pans began to open
aligned with the same time,
Looked like the pans were controlled
remotely by hands of mine.
Game of simultaneous opening
of the pans went on for a week
Finally, the day came when she knocked
my door, crossing the street.
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