I’ll come to thee

a poem by Abraham Oommen

I’ll come to thee
In the twilight when
Everything in its golden gleam
I’ll come to thee
In the moon lit night when
Everything is calm and quiet
I’ll come to thee
In the dewy dawn
Of blithe freshness
Awake my love, wait
I’ll come to thee
For thou hath eclipsed me
In thy love with serene hues
In thy charm with seven colours.