On the Waterfront

ON THE WATERFRONT 12082003---04:00 PM Last night I saw a lonely creature, Watching for her happiness’ departure With a bleeding heart— really tortured, Oh, her face, so hard to picture She looks like a window with curtain of thorns A relationship, immediately adjourned A face with a perfect mourn An anger, which is newly born She didn’t notice the loneliness of the surroundings Not even heard the birds singing Rain is not falling… But water from her eyes kept on dropping She is like a wounded soldier Alone in that side of river I wonder if she was really hiding to the black’s master Because there she was in the dark not afraid o nightmare I stared at her, she stared me too. I talked to her but her voice sounded like an echo. When I told myself,” I am willing to bear her brunt”, Only then, I realized that I am on the waterfront!