Here laying in my graveyard
listening the footnotes
of passers by,
sobbing, murmuring around
presuming its you
whenever one crosses me,
as the day dawns
I keep craving for you…
momently gazing mirages
under sunshine
till the stars winkle,
up above me in the darkness
making my existence mundane.
Each day passes by
I’m still waiting
for the trice,
when you will come
holding a red rose in your hand,
remembrance of our love
tears jerking from your eyes,
that makes me wet and wet…
till my thirst
gets satisfied,
making my presence
worth among the rest!