Thursday, 22 March 2012

Empty Bench

A budding poet of our city, Kiran Kauchhur, who is a lawyer, and loves to write poetry has sent us a poem which we reproduce here.  There is a beautiful photograph that has been clicked by her brother, which Kiran says, helps her get inspiration.  Our best wishes to her.

From the window everyday
I saw the empty bench
It sat there day and night
Facing the scorching sun
Resisting the harsh blowing wind
Winters couldn’t make it numb
Nor  the rain dampen its spirits
It waited there for some company
but none would stop to rest in its arms
I had no desire to fulfill its wish
for it was meant only for that soul 
who be tired and could walk no more.

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