The bus left the stand,
With her, I left it,
With her thoughts,
Home looked deserted,
Without her,
Her daily chiding,
The short sepearation,
seemed to elongate,
By every hour, day,
Missing her nearness
Her chatter finding fault
With so many things
I do everyday,
She left very lonely,
Her angry, smilimg eyes,
Appearing all the while,
Her visage cut out
In my mind, I felt left out,
Forever, but the day came
With her on the doorstep,
With the shoulder bag,
A solace and smiling
Tired face with the travel fatigue,
The seperation making
Fond memories in mind.
Ravikran Arakkal
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