My Heart

Evening turning to dusk,
Sea breeze breezing thru my hair,
And a sea of people,
Walk past me and stare…..

Who is this lady,
Sitting alone and scribbling away,
Is she waiting for somebody,
Or simply whiling her time away?

Beggars beg and go,
And people cross from my left and right,
But unfazed,
I simply write…..

People curiously look at my paper,
Thinking they can know from far….

But they don’t know that,
For now it’s not my paper,
It’s My Heart………..