I Am Waiting...

She comes around quarter past nine,
Towards my auto,walks in a hurry
Her sadness hidden as if really fine,
Her eyes reminds me of strawberry.

I have many to pen about her moves,
Her innocent,feeble and tremble walk
Reminds me of horse with weak hooves.
She is polite,soothing,warm in her talk.

I drive her to her office,where she works,
When she gets down to leave,a bit nervous
Eyes meet mine,saying "Danger Lurks"
Paid the fares without any harshness,fuss

She leaves a sigh always with a Thank You,
I give a smile,she is then gone,to her mill,
She reminds me of soft drop of morning dew,
Wnen i see her,warmth in my heart is on the fill

She comes no more,and i am looking on and on,
For long,i can no longer see her walking towards me
Or is it my eyes,worn out with age,almost gone,
I am still waiting with my auto,for you with glee