Unfinished .....

Late, one chilly winter night,
the stars were all asleep
and moon had snuggled cozy,
in the covers of cloud, deep

Air laden with droplets of mist,
too tired to keep a flow
it's eyes brimmed with promises,
of the impending fall of snow

walking down an alleyway,
on a street of cobblestones
with a hard day of toil,
taking toll on my aging bones

came upon a silent cottage,
sitting gray around the block
stained with pigeon droppings,
n' decades of weather's mock

straining thru' a frosted pane,
the candle's light was dim
silhouetted against one wall,
was a figure, seeming grim

in hushed tones of agony,
she was chanting on a prayer
with a voice so perturbing ,
like an ocean of despair

the words not all that clear,
but I could make out this much
her child was mortally ailing,
devoid of a hope, as such

pleading God for mercy,
as only a mother could've done
offering her own in return,
for the life of her little one

before I could hear any further,
the clock-tower struck twell'
flashing me back to my world,
that sound like an eerie knell

though stung by fangs of sadness,
I quickened my dreary pace
had things to do before dawn,
to be ready for a new rat race

that night was awfully long
and my efforts to rest were in vain
all I could think next day was,
her helplessness and her pain


- At this point, I dint know whether to give it a sad ending or a
happy one....or leave the end to the reader (as if anyone bothered :) )
and finally decided to leave it here itself.

->V<-