Waiting For Whom Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

From Bangalore to Bombay;
Not a joy ride she intended
From home with millions of dreams away
And it seems thousand years have elapsed
Since Bombay turned into Mumbai
And Bangalore in Bengaluru
But she is the same name as before
And for her the clock has stopped
Yet onward and sublime drifting
The silent stream of time unstopped
Bearing all on its waves of tides
Youthful and bestirred with hopes
Filled with energy and aspirations
She migrated to serve mankind
By being a Nurse as her only mission
Humble she was like a flower
Grew more like a Nurse
Every day and every hour
In a Hospital she worked
With honesty and utmost care
A young girl of eighteen
Dreaming soon a lover to meet
Be a bride and have a home sweet
And did come her love
With wings on her feet
And when she was standing erect in honour
Fate conspired sending her a predator
A blooming flower
Fragrant with vernal lushness
Enchained, trampled and mauled by a monster
Left dumped to perish
And pushed into coma forever
An Angel dressed in white
Now forever in the lap of night
She is a dead woman living
With blankness in her eyes
Waiting for someone no one knows
For a decade or two with a hope to rise
Now with fainter breath
And long white hairs popping out
She is well past her youth
In the domain of today
Where is her yesterday and tomorrow
Free from nightmare and sorrow
That she should cling to
To be a woman of substance and dignity
Yet I believe inside this old carcass
There still lives a girl young and lively.........