The Girl At the Cafe...

She sat there all alone,

With the company of her mobile phone, 

A pretty damsel, 

With a skin tone like caramel. 

Looking pensive by the window sill, 

She stared outside while winds blew with a slight chill. 

Was she waiting for someone, 

Did anyone turn up, well... no one,

She neither looked at her wristwatch, 

Nor made a call to anyone as such. 

I stood there watching her, 

As I gave my order over the counter, 

Time passed by, 

And finally, she flashed a smile, 

Her order had come by, 

A plate of Uthappa and a glass of chai. 

She relished every bite, 

Apart from loneliness, 

Maybe the food was her only respite. 

It was time for me to leave, 

As I stole glances at her like a thief, 

My meeting with her was just brief, 

A stranger is what she'll always be to me.

But I hope she finds whatever she needs, 

Maybe a partner for life or just peace, 

Till then, may her happiness and smile increase.