Monday, November 3, 2008

an earnest desire/a wait

Alone I sit on a mass of green,
waiting for you my beloved friend,
the wind carries the newly fallen leaves,
the swallows speak of when your coming will be,
the grasshopper still hops around,
the air still a sweet smell,
lonely I sit on a mass of green
to feel your presence.

My hair has greys now,
fine lines appear on my face,
my voice has grown hoarse,
old age shows its trace.

Spring has lost its charm for me,
I crave for summer no more,
monsoon came and left,
autumn has played his goal
just waiting for you my friend,
to wrap my soul.........

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