By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala

People about
Around
Surrounding her.
Low and upset, she
Seeks company.
Out. Alone
Now, sits in one place
Awaits
Beauty, tranquillity
A little pity.
– You arrive –
Quells the word rising up her lips
Tastes it, licks it away.
A flow of nonsensical silly words
Arranges, a train; journeys her mind.
Quick-
Hop along,
It halts for you.