Peering through my window I observe The wide landscape with busy people. The rushing humans in their pursuits of Money, fame, respect, excellence. Most eyes tell me the mere aspiration of Earning a living while a few bear Burning hopes of change. I ogle at the loving couples with roses in hand. I grudge them, become an intruder to the pair of eyes. My eyes meet those of a happy family, Laughing daughter, exuberating son,…