I have hardly seen her once or twice, yet I remember her capturing face,
patiently she waits for her the local bus everyday, beside the old banyan tree,
but that day I did not see her.
I kept wondering all sorts of things but then I left it,
as i sat for my evening tea it occurred that her face appeared again in my memory
I looked for her beside the banyan tree yet there was no sign.
Out of my curiosity and recurrent thoughts about her I stepped to ask
who the girl was in the nearby roadside tea-stall
to my surprise the vendor just passed the local newspaper
I stood there blinking and shocked not able to grasp
On the front page in bold was written AN ACCIDENT NEAR THE BANYAN TREE at 6.30 am
I could no more fathom that she had visited me before she left this world
She could not tell me yet she made me think of her through unknown emotions
I wonder she too missed me that day standing beside the banyan tree.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
I have hardly seen her once or twice, yet I remember her capturing face,
patiently she waits for her the local bus everyday, beside the old banyan tree,
but that day I did not see her.
I kept wondering all sorts of things but then I left it,
as i sat for my evening tea it occurred that her face appeared again in my memory
I looked for her beside the banyan tree yet there was no sign.
Out of my curiosity and recurrent thoughts about her I stepped to ask
who the girl was in the nearby roadside tea-stall
to my surprise the vendor just passed the local newspaper
I stood there blinking and shocked not able to grasp
On the front page in bold was written AN ACCIDENT NEAR THE BANYAN TREE at 6.30 am
I could no more fathom that she had visited me before she left this world
She could not tell me yet she made me think of her through unknown emotions
I wonder she too missed me that day standing beside the banyan tree.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
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