Hit on head, She sits firmly in place
Straight as an arrow, smiling
At the soulmate that fixed
her in place, with grace.
Stable, patient, waiting
Standing at one spot as
a lady of the night,
She waits to hook.
Quiet, as a royal guard
on standby, focussed
as a soldier aiming at the enemy.
Determined to see her day.
Rooted, committed to her abode
Coated, determined not to get
Rusted, wasted or torn away
Constant, in a variable world
Hard to avoid her gaze, no matter
How much I roam,
I shall come back to her,
as a portrait, after I am gone.
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaited/
