The Groom Would Come Poem by Subrata Ray

In rented cottage,
You awake and wait,
Amidst the humming bees,
And buzzing passerby.
You try to efface,
You try to repair,
The stains of unwanted ravages.

Somewhere in nowhere,
You have anchored your will,
No one can see the invisible seal,
Your love glides in Unconscious rill,

Your rented house,
Shares storms, thunder and sunny spring,
You wait with lighted candle,
Spreading the longing
Through endless evenings.

Save one condition, -the Faith,
You wither hopes of rise and fall,
Your conviction soothes the anguish,
The Groom would come,
The Groom would come.