Anticipation

a poem by Leleena Subhadarshini

I know he’ll not come to me
still I anticipate him to come
to hold my hand, to make me feel
his existence besides me…
what a foolish thought!
I must deride on myself
whole heartedly,
may be tears will jerk
out of my eyes
coz since so many days
it’s been dried in the
region of eyes that set
on my face open and blank,
longing for his comeback…