you have been hasty,
In your speaking,
We have been at love
For years on end,
When will you come,
To my little home,
To share my little pleasures
To be with me,
On the sofa and bed,
I am waiting
With patience,
Which I feel is monumental,
All my home too is witing,
For your soft touch,
Your susing them,
Come be with me,
I have been waiting
So long for your presence,
All day and night,
Come home, come home,
Be with me, lest
I will end up thinking,
When you will come,
May be to the grave.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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