Saturday, 15 September 2018

Poetry 2018 Longlist, Aadithyaa

The Dinner Table 

I was waiting for you at the dinner table…
Trying to calm my hands which were not so stable
I ran the script again in my head …
Rehearsing the dialogues which I wrote yesterday in my bed
Trembling with fear what this meeting had to hold…
Will I be able to pop the question was never to be told
Just then…
You came through the gate like a breeze
While I dreamt of going down on my knees
You looked stunning the way you always do
And me fearing about my shoelaces which were still undo
Your footsteps matching my beat…
And me shivering to open my arms to greet
You are wondering how this story was going to end…
And here I am…
Just waiting for the written to happen.

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