Waiting For Whom

From Bangalore to Bombay; Not a joy ride she intended From home with millions of dreams away And it seems thousand years have elapsed Since Bombay turned into Mumbai And Bangalore in Bengaluru But she is the same name as before And for her the clock has stopped Yet onward and sublime drifting The silent stream of time unstopped Bearing all on its waves of tides Youthful and bestirred with hopes Filled with energy and aspirations She migrated to serve mankind By being a Nurse as her only mission Humble she was like a flower Grew more like a Nurse Every day and every hour In a Hospital she worked With honesty and utmost care A young girl of eighteen Dreaming soon a lover to meet Be a bride and have a home sweet And did come her love With wings on her feet And when she was standing erect in honour Fate conspired sending her a predator A blooming flower Fragrant with vernal lushness Enchained, trampled and mauled by a monster Left dumped to perish And pushed into coma forever An Angel dressed in white Now forever in the lap of night She is a dead woman living With blankness in her eyes Waiting for someone no one knows For a decade or two with a hope to rise Now with fainter breath And long white hairs popping out She is well past her youth In the domain of today Where is her yesterday and tomorrow Free from nightmare and sorrow That she should cling to To be a woman of substance and dignity Yet I believe inside this old carcass There still lives a girl young and lively.........