The wait...

The Wait…

How the river floweth towards the sea,

Even when the winds are against the tide.

I heed towards thee,

Discerning thy propinquity from all side.

Setting my eyes upon the boulevard I wait.

With the hope you’ll return soon.

Making footprints on the sands I rush to gate.

But you didn’t come, came hundred moon.

For thy safe haven I pray.

As days are lonely and nights desolate.

Hoping the war will end soon one day.

I wait for a paradisiac fate.

With diligence and composure I wait,

For thy return from the combat decorous and great.

Shristee