I sat aside, alone , on the silent bench. Cool breezes of wintery evening pass on. Peaceful atmosphere catches its charm. A moderate shiny rays of setting sun struck behind with the gentle hotness. Above on palav tree a birdie chirps sweetly. In the temple with hard stones and huge empirical building; a slow and calm rhyms thrash on my ears. I, with my weights heavy, wait for someone. Noone will come, i sure, but wait till time passes at last. I sat aside, alone and sparing one place for that waiting. Silent bench will perhaps talk a sudden laughter when waiting breaks. Cool brezees evaporates with waiting's warm shadow. Peaces at its charm will break with waiting's hello!. A gentle hot shiny rays of setting sun will get wet with touch of my waiting. A birdie's chirps suddenly will no longer sweet with my waiting's laughter. My ears will get all busy with my waiting's words. But i sat aside, alone on the silent bench and waiting for someone.