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.