She

Like the boundless blue sky,
Or the endless green stream,
Shrouded in mystery,
My sleeping beauty,
A breath of fresh air,
A wave of her hair,
Unaware of the breeze,
That caresses her pink feet,
She lay in eternal peace.

I wait for her day and night,
For one day she will rise,
And reward me for my perseverance,
Till then it is a mere hope,
She will rise, she will rise.

(Wrote in Lucknow, 11th May 1998)