Who is she?

She sits by my side, reclines on the
Unseductive pillow, does not care
to count ages in the
milestone of her flag post
nor does she work on life of
savour less colours , figures
and numbers on the calendars,
she does not seek rhythm in the
lengthy passages of prosaic beauty,
hardly ever weaves a tale on the
veil of patches:
She is HOPE looking up
for a quick dawn and safe morrow.