poet 1

Last week

she was there

Sitting alone

on a branch

Yesterday,

She was there, alone

sitting on the same branch.

May be she was waiting for someone

to accompany her

to talk to her

to hear her ramblings

to be with her through thick and thin.

And today,

I am at that girl's place

sitting alone

thinking, wondering.

how precious life could be

if only someone is here with me