Not what she said but what she didn’t —
And he kept waiting, waiting like the wind
There was no lightning and thunder;
Only the silence of dustbins.
The trees stood rooted to their sandals
The birds were not bewildered in their flight
The prison doors of life were open
But panther words were caged inside.
But she said nothing and he kept waiting
Wanting to go but hesitating —
Not what she said but what she didn’t
Slowly, cut him down to size.