I have noticed the small tree
on my morning walks everyday,
standing there, in a silhouette
waiting eagerly for the Sun to rise.
As the first rays of crimson,
covers me and the world beneath,
in its tender warm glow;
I have,actually seen the tree
looking up and smile at the Sun.
It really looks lovely,
like a young girl in her first flush of youth.
Happy,carefree but slightly nervous.
Someone whom you could kiss
gently on the cheeks,not on the lips,
in a gesture of love without passion.
Like an old admirer, I watch her daily.
In that corner, with a greeting smile.
Today,it was a wet and moist morning
hiding the Sun behind layers of clouds.
Very few people had come out for a walk.
As I passed the tree, I found it forlorn.
As if she knew her lover, the Sun
won't come to meet her today.
Still she waited for him. all by herself.
I noticed the flowers falling
from the branches,one by one silently.
I stopped,to collect some of them
in the cupped palms of my hands,
I felt them with all my senses.
Moist, pure and smelling fresh,
they reminded me of somebody,
far away, somewhere,years ago.
Was she still waiting for me ?
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