That cold bench,

And a misty morning

She sat there waiting;

Waiting for It, and

The day passed

She got lost on her way back,

There was no going back then

But how could she move forward when,

Even the glimpse of her future was vague

She was tired of waiting,

Waiting for Destiny…


12 thoughts on “Prostrate

      1. It was a pleasure Soiba.:) You have a beautiful blog which I only discovered this morning. There’s a purity in the way you share your ideas which is so compelling. Guess you got that from the number of likes!:)❀

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