The old woman waits in her wooden chair
whiling time, much to spare,
fingers moving, beads of prayer
belie an ardent, eager stare
A door bell rings not so far
the woman smiles, it is the hour,
rushes to her window sill
and lovingly waves out to her star
The neighbour's six year old waves back
red water bottle, purple bag
a word or two, he goes indoors
she does the same, to where she sat
-Amit
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Wow. Simple yet beautiful. You're really creating a league of your own - the 'better late than never' one :P
ReplyDeleteI feel bad that I'm generally the only one that comments here. It really deserves much more :) Advertise on the BB!