Mohit Dhawan

Rookie (10th August / New Delhi)

Slow Burning Inside A Waiting Room... - Poem by Mohit Dhawan

Years wait to ask her out,
then, one day decided & said it out-loud,

Moments wait for an answer to appear,
Will she Won't she, every blip was making it peer(unclear) ,

Mr.Yes arrived, with an uncertain note,
'Sometime' was the word, that she wrote

At the stroke of that some-time,
i found myself on platform no.9,
with a candle cake & wine,

looking outside from morning to noon,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

locked in winter's midnight gloom,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

Came & went were summer of april may & june,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010



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