Life is a contained existence

that each person solely own

sharing it with others is a choice

like peeping through the window

could help decide whether or not

to open the door for relations



Looking through

one sees the panorama

that shows loveliness or malice

the world has possessed

as it displays the scenic realities

of the human existence



Our hearts too mimic

the opening of a pane

when it dares to venture

as its feeling best for love (or hate)

upon reckoning of freedom

through the windowpane