i Don't Know, Somewhere Up There'
what's it that caught my eye?
all around aging stone walls
and innumerable steps to negotiate
i sit midway on a cracked step...
looking up somewhere there
with a fond hope
that you're there, up there
looking up somewhere there
with a streak of fear
of what i should do
if only you come down
to meet me midway...
how do i receive you
with my hands tightly
clasped and hidden within...?
*inspired by a photograph a friend sent in
23dec2009
11.15hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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