It’s funny how each time she is at her gate,
Her eyes flicker towards the corner towards her house,
Like you would round the corner any moment,
The way you had promised years back,
This is the story of her WAIT.
At times she just shakes her head,
Knowing the remote possibility of it ever happening,
She often laughs at her own anticipation,
The dashed hopes and the futility of the waiting,
At times she wonders why she even waits.
Still every morning, every night,
Anytime she stands at her gate,
Her eyes still rove at the corner,
Constantly awaiting your arrival,
She imagines herself blushing when she would see you at her place,
Each time you don’t appear, she bows her head and goes inside,
Only to resume the wait again.
And this cycle continues forever,
Each day, every day, it never ends,
The corner has started corroding still you haven’t arrived,
With forlorn eyes that blur at times,
She still looks towards it,
This is how she waits.
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