The Staircase

I have seen

The bride mark her steps

The first rite, at her husband's place

I have heard

The little kid's breath

As he hid here, from his father's rage

I have smelt

Those exotic dishes

Going up and down, at son's marriage

I am sorry

I couldn't catch her

When she slipped and fell off the edge.

Wish I could

Be your company

But alas, I am just a staircase