I always saw her alone, <br />She came to the park, <br />Every day in the morning, <br />And again in the evening, <br />She slowly walked, <br />With a walking stick, <br />The smile less lips, <br />Never left each other, <br />But spoke many words, <br />I couldn't listen to. <br /> <br />She silently watched, <br />Beauty of roses, <br />Beauty of Jasmine, <br />None she talked, <br />The silver white hairs, <br />And her skin of the wrist, <br />And that of her cheeks, <br />Like an abstract art, <br />Told many stories! <br />That I couldn't read. <br /> <br />The sobers eyes, <br />Behind spectacles, <br />And small ear rings, <br />Long sleeves of her shirt, <br />The heel less shoes, <br />The old styles, <br />A motherly outlook, <br />Above all her silence, <br />Indicated a pain, <br />I didn't know what? <br /> <br />Then came a day, <br />She was not alone! <br />With her, <br />Were two children, <br />A boy above twelve, <br />And a girl under twelve, <br />She was smiling, <br />She was loudly calling, <br />The vendors of the park, <br />For ice Cream and cold drinks, <br />For pop corns, <br />In response to the quakes, <br />Of the ducks in the pond. <br />I didn't ask her, <br />She told me herself, <br />My grandchildren, <br />After a decade, <br />From United States, <br />Have come to see me, <br />They are settled in states. <br /> <br />A few more days passed, <br />In the like manner, <br />But then she didn't come, <br />To the park for walking, <br />After a few months, <br />I started thinking, <br />Has she gone, <br />To United States? <br />Or somewhere else!<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-else-11/
