It’s been years he’s gone,
But she still waits for him.
Sitting in the verandah,
With all the lights dim.
Days and nights
Pass by like years,
His chirm is
All that she hears.
Glass bangles, vermillion, jasmine buds
All stay in their place.
Had he been here he’d not
See anything except her face.
The brave soldier
That lost his life,
Is never coming back,
Someone told his wife.
It’s been years he’s gone,
But she still waits for him.
Sitting in the verandah,
With all the lights dim.
Written by Dhara Popat
4 Comments
Wow love the emotions you’ve brought out. Beautiful ending
Thank you so much! 😊
Poignant poem, dear Dhara. Loved it.
Thank you so much ❤