I Am Waiting
I AM WAITING
Today, I am waiting
When will you come and sit?
Upon the bridge, watching
the running river below my feet.
I can clearly see ‘myself’, like a king
‘Myself’ tells me,
‘Hey, you are so good looking.
Then the river shows me
About my black past
Like a mirror
Which I forgot very fast.
Once, I was waiting
Like today,
But you didn’t come.
Just in a phone call you said,
‘Now you aren’t so pretty and handsome.’
But still I am waiting again,
Only for you
Not to see your beautiful face again.
Because, to protect you from back
I faced the painful acid attack.
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