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

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