by Rima Sahamandal
Waiting and waiting for countless moments, ***
How long can't perceive or can't bother to measure,
It strangles my breath and ceases my life,
Despite all calls it painful pleasure..
Does it matter what is the time?
Who considers what is the place?
I'm assigned with the task of waiting,
Let me embrace this painful grace.
I'm waiting for your one tiny glance,
Just waiting for your a trivial reply,
Perplexed,whether still to stick with you,
Or cast my unseen wings to fly?
My perturbed mind continues to ask,
"What holds you back? Why not to float free?"
Heart replies,"a solemn promise I've made,
Which resembles a deep rooted tree."
Is that so easy to clip all shackles?
And take a deep breath and fly?
Waiting for you now becomes my habit,
Albeit thousand times I die..