High noon, and shadows fall.

Your face wears a laced veil.

And you at the dock where boats stand

anchored and swaying recklessly.

Tall masts drawn like doodles

and the wind blowing your hair helplessly'.

Your face distraught,

your eyes scanning the path

for the sign of the one you sought

with the madness of the first love.

I am watching you from my vantage ground,

solicitude gnawing at my heart

wondering how long you will stand keeping a watch

for one who may or may not come.

Pick up courage; walk, swim or fly 

before they come and clip your wings.

Sushama Karnik (c)