I was there, waiting for you
lost in the turbid water of the animated sea
as it made its way through those triangular rocks
in the early hours of a busy morning,
I was still there while
the evening ushered in with a longing to return
to the obscurity of night
I turned back many a time
in case you haven't noticed me
in the golden tint of the sinking sun
as it put the sea to a slumber
with its lullaby
Then I got up,
shook the dirt off my sleeves and
placed the rose on the rock
in case you arrive by mistake
after I have left...
By Nandini Sengupta
@metaphors_of_life
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