The Pulsating Time
The Pulsating Time1 min 168 1 min 168
I was sitting in the corridor
Awaiting my turn to the core
Looking wide open at the monitor
Green and red lights signaled in terror
Will they call me...anxiety and fear
People running, chatting hither and thither
But...I... unable to move, smile...none to care!
Why? Time flies...no one calls me to share
Chanting God's name, aghast! nothing is clear.
Lovable couples touch and shake each other
Young and old, men and women hugged over
But still, I am alone...not even a guy so near...
Waiting for a touch, a soft kiss, to soar
My heart beats....hands and legs shiver
Moving a little, peeping at the door
Someone rushing towards me in roar
Wow! I am thrilled....many around me to gear
Tiptoed to the room, age not to wither
I slipped my arms on it...my little grandchild...so dear
Newborn...right in front, being a grandma...filled with tears
Awaiting for this pulsating time to be touched and kissed ever
Sweet little child, I live for thee...our bonding love...in par and far
Beyond expression, unless it is felt, that vibrates to trigger
The life long relationship..it's here, if not where?