Wednesday, 23 January 2008
if tomorrow comes----3WW
in that early morning mist,
lake appeared calm almost serene
she had arrived there even before dawn broke out
sitting so still....as if carved out of stone-
chilled cold froze her breath to walls of her nose
scent of rose in its first bloom permeated her senses-
her fingers crushed a bud, scattered petals on her shoes.
same old routine each morning,
arriving before sun showed its sparkling face.
twenty five years was too long to wait for someone.
"plunging into water, she bid tomorrow goodbye"