by Namia Akhtar
She was standing by the harbor
Watching the waves of the Pearl River Delta,
Melting the tears of her shredded heart
Into the serene hushed surge.
Blowing her hair in the crispy wintry breeze
She tasted the salt of love, running down her cheeks,
The tears of her eyes glimmered under the dim lit moonlight
She wept, she shivered, but it caught no sight.
Her years of waiting turned out to be futile
For she fell for a man whose heart was a stone,
Void of emotions, he was extremely cold.
Blessed with eyes, he was intentionally blind
He perceived not, neither wanted to perceive
The sound of her heartbeat
For he wasn’t a real being.
All he cared was pursuit and living
That was him, a stone-hearted being
While she stood there every day, to get a glimpse of him
He walked past not even looking.
He knew she was there, waiting for him
But he pretended, not to notice
For all he cared was his well being.