An empty bench stands day and night…
Its own glory and plight…
Waits for people to come…
Spread their stories and joy…
Fun and play …
Sometimes they come.. sometimes none…
The bench keeps on waiting for some…
An empty bench stands in glorious sunrises and shadowy twilights…
Wants to be hugged tight … before it vanishes in oblivion..
Watches folks come and go by …
Some take notice .. Some dont…
But the bench doesnt complain a single font…
An empty beach stands in peace and frustration…
For someone to listen … someone to notice…
For someone to enjoy … someone to share…
For someone to confide… someone to embrace…
Before it passing over to obliteration…
Nihit Mohan
