The Waiting

She did not strum the strings

of the guitar just a minute ago

Her fingers did not first press the keyboards

10 sunsets ago

She did not first hold the sticks

with both hands

5 decades ago

She always heard the music

day and night

everywhere she goes

She did not first hold a ballpen

100 years ago

She has been making shapes in different strokes

with pencils and chalk

She did not just use a brush to untangle the hair

She held brushes big and small

Sweep the floors, paint the walls.

She does not fly to search for rainbows

She sat still and saw every color and shade

of the spectrum glow

She did not open the book to mumble them

She read it loud and clear.

Her bare feet walk on sand and grassy fields

Climb on steep mountains not just Hills

She need not grab what can not be saved

She lends not just a hand but both arms and legs

She did not move her arms and legs in aimless motions

She sat still and touched the ground when it vibrates

She stood still and stand on ground

Wind blows as hard as it can

She stood still motionless

no to watch

but to wait for time to come.