Numb, alone and frightened.
Good things come to those that wait
And I waited ……
I used to think that love was just a fairy tale
And that all was to be well, whenever:
Till,I realised: I was thinking.
Now the rude awakening of life
in all its unfairness haunts my mind
And that too I have to live with
Braced with hope and joy
however: I decide to make choice
not in haste
life has got to be lived
unwell or well
it has got to be attended to…..
How: through choice!!