She kept standing on the shimmering street,
In spite of the scorching heat,
Hoping that he would come and meet,
And like a doll’s treat,
He was hardly capable of such a feat,
Then too,
She kept standing on the shimmering street…
Thinking of days gone by,
She took a deep sigh,
And kept herself a lie,
That it is worth giving a try,
She kept standing on the shimmering street….
At day’s end she looked back,
Of time she had lost track,
And patience she never did lack,
So she thought someone will come back
Yet again he did not come,
Yet again she dint go home,
And,
She kept standing on the shimmering street….
It wasn’t surprising,
That the moon was now shining,
But her heart was still whining,
For she still wished to find the silver lining,
Just feeling her heart melt,
Emptiness she never before felt,
With eyes damp, looking like a tramp,
She lit the same old lamp,
Taking out the now weathered dairy,
Still hoping for the wish-fairy,
She Wrote the same old story,
Still wishing for days of glory,
She kept standing on the shimmering street…
But,
Sometime, somewhere this has to end
The impossible dream needs to be mend
Life doesn’t stop, nor does the living
For she’s a pure soul, and surely needs loving
So it will happen, the liveliness will come
The tears will dry; happiness is all she’ll hum
And still she’ll go to her long lost soul
The soul she lost standing on the shimmering street!
