made the phone call
rambled through my handbag
stared at the ceiling
counted the overhead lights
analyzed all the paintings on the wall
read the famous sayings posted there
talked to the next stranger
listened to his woes
rambled the bag again
made a second call
stared enough at the clock
to see the minute-hand move
stared at the ceiling again
talked to the next stranger
passed a couple of smiles around
to get back v. few
i start thinking - what a world it is
all strangers around
jus then the door opens
the priest says - next!
ah! i sigh - the waiting is over
1 comment:
yaa i know how difficult when u have to wait for SOMEONE but what a joyful(uumm mixed with anger) feeling when the waitin is over
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