The Window

                                                       The Window

The window that sits in the living room,

is quite quiet that i assume.

The  window is looked out of everyday,

it sighs when no one looks its way,'

its faded tint gives you a hint; about whats on its tray,

The window has something up his sleeve,

It is ready to deceive,

so much, you wouldn't believe,

It would crash in your face just like how lightning strikes a tree.

The window feels much better,

It gave you the rules for now on, comprindo!

Now everyone knows about The Window......