The wait
The night is young Cool breeze blowing I wait under the bridge as water flows by If it is a yes She will come now Time moves slowly My eyes are on the path That will bring her to me I wait and wait As the world goes to sleep I remember her eyes Her nonstop chatter Her concern and care Her moods and tantrums I sit with utter sadness A journey of two years Ending so abruptly The night wears on I do not move As dawn sneaks in birds start chirping I hear someone running Calling out to me It is her, my sweetheart 'Sorry I am late' she says I take her in my arms Life begins.... Ravindra Shenolikar