Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Sand on the Seashore

Sitting on a park bench in the noon
In a pensive mood with her mind in a swoon
Like a grain of sand on the seashore
Feeling trapped in a cage with no door

A deep melancholy etched plainly on the face
She was slumped in defeat staring at empty space
Only a tiny moan escaped her quivering lips pale
But those expressive eyes told many a tale

Heaps of men and women who were passing by
Scarcely glanced at her and walked away
The whole world was moving on
When she really needed a shoulder to cry upon

As the colors of dusk heralded the night
She steeled herself with all her might
With long brisk strides she hurried forward
And soon she was enveloped by the darkness ahead