By-Kritika Naithani
A bus stop, heavy rains
A couple stumbles in, drunk in love or on something else.
I wonder if there will ever be someone for me?
To take drunk bus rides with on rainy nights
or To wipe my tears as I cry and catch me as I fall, someone to-
Blinded by glaring lights and the bus horn – the couple gets on-
I stay behind.
Wanting to savor this feeling a little bit longer,
Doing nothing, feeling nothing.
Maybe I don’t like people or maybe I like myself too much-
Maybe I don’t like company or maybe I love my loneliness too much.
I often find myself at deserted spots -
Wondering If I will ever be enough,
Enough to wipe my own tears
And to catch myself as I fall.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn