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!
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