so you shall not pass by my window?

Mornings come and go

Birds chirp around and go

Bees hum around and go

Workmen do their chores and go

But you never pass by my window

The bars of my white painted window

Bear marks of a rusty hand

Looking longingly at the gate

I wait for a glimpse of you

But you never pass by my window

Two standing trees of coconut

Four round shaped lamp posts

A little green patch of grass

Witness this everyday spectacle

But you never pass by my window

Pain my only true companion

Overwhelms me in its bosom

Kisses my wet forehead

Slowly leaves the mise-en-scène

But still you never pass by my window