The Wait
She sat down looking here and there. There was no one around. She was thankful for that but still she was nervous. This was not her first visit but still each time she went there it felt like first time. She looked at her watch! It was already very late. She tried thinking of her favorite things. She tried thinking of songs which made her happy. But she could not remember a single thing. She could not concentrate on anything at all. There was this unexplainable fear inside her. Each time she came there she felt like a prisoner full of guilt! And then the door opened. The Door to Hell! Some one called her name. She went in and sat. He smiled at her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth open. The Wait to get in was over and the next wait to get out started. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Poems are not my cup of coffee or tea but then a poem that is very close to my heart is this particular as it gives me some relief from the pa...