Poem: My Cinderella
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I wake up
Sun shining through the blinds
Fragments of a dream cling to my eyelids
Or was it real?
Did I see you
In that late night party
Did you dance with me?
I can remember the crowd parting
Like the Red sea
Only you weren't Moses
In that ivory dress shimmering down your legs
That tilt of head
That arch of your brows
In an eternal question
Eyes seeking, searching
Till you found me
Those lips that spoke a thousand words
Walking to me
Arms draped around my shoulder
We danced, didn't we?
You placed your fingers on my lips,
sealed them with a kiss
when I tried to talk,
to ask who you were.
A figment of my dream?
Or were you real?
I look around my crumpled bed
Empty but wait
A trace of perfume lingers
A strand of hair on my shirt
A print of your lips on my unshaven cheek
A crumpled rose in my buttonhole
It was your rose.
Am I doomed To eternal evenings
searching, scanning the crowds
Or will you find me again?
I have no glass slippers to fit
Just an emptiness in my heart
you can fill.
Copyright © Mohan Kumar 2010
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