Years wait to ask her out,
then, one day decided & said it out-loud,
Moments wait for an answer to appear,
Will she Won't she, every blip was making it peer(unclear) ,
Mr.Yes arrived, with an uncertain note,
'Sometime' was the word, that she wrote
At the stroke of that some-time,
i found myself on platform no.9,
with a candle cake & wine,
looking outside from morning to noon,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
locked in winter's midnight gloom,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
Came & went were summer of april may & june,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
Mohit Dhawan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-burning-inside-a-waiting-room/
