Waiting through Seasons

In the summer morn,

sitting beside the dormer,

all the tiredness gone,

thinking about him in the quiet corner.

 Indeed, I am waiting for him 

When cool Breeze blows,

and autumn leaves fall,

I think of the love that flows,

not worth considering downfall.

Indeed, I am  waiting for him.

When shimmering pearls,

falls down the earth, 

in the broad and calm street.

My love towards him rebirths,

makes me eager to meet.

Indeed, I am waiting for him.

"Each passing moment burns within,

as my soul yearns for him once again"

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                                             SOUGANDHIKA