There's a knock on the door,
At this wee hour, I am startled,
A little trepidation in heart, yet I venture,
Out of my cosy quilts and bed,
Leaving rabbits and grasshoppers fighting,
In my blissful dream of the night,
Curious like a child, I go and open,
And, in comes a lady, vivacious and jovial.
"Give me a glass of water,"
She huffs and puffs, as she,
Throws herself on the couch,
I follow her orders sheepishly,
And, as she gets refreshed,
She smiles and says,
"I have not much time left,
I escaped from my house,
In order to live the last days,
In my own terms."
Did I hear the string of a chord within?
Never mind, I observe her glow and hear her story,
Am I getting jealous of her radiating confidence?
"No way, I am not that bad," I reassure myself,
How could she read my mind?
As she paused and looked deeply in my eyes,
I am perturbed, a bit embarassed.
She doesn't mind, but talks to me,
In a warm and gentle tone,
I have been yearning to listen to,
"Act fast, seize your dreams,
And fly, fly away, silently,
Like the mighty eagle,
Come and meet me,
In a land of promise,
And, I will hug you,
And steal all your worries."
Then, she leaves in the dark,
Leaving me in deep introspection.