It had seen many things in its span.
From young to old to living and dead
The window facade had its perks of merely being a decoration.
It hid the ugly face of the creaky window pane about to fracture.
Kids played on it, lamps were lit on it on festivals,
Tears of forgotten love were shed on it while peeping out of it.
Yet it stayed strong. Decorating everyone’s heart and soul.
Thoughts were shared on it, arguments drowned to silence.
Hot cups of tea were served under it, where conversations lasted till it got cold.
It had seen many things , great and evil.