There she awaits his arrival,
her lord, her master.
She sits clad in the,
household uniform.
She is the mistress by norm,
All day, she awaits
at the palace gates,
Staring at her fate,
(when will he come?)
And then there in the rays of twilight,
Comes the chariot to sight,
Carrying the message,
'He shall not come tonight'.
we all wait...for whom? for what? the sun fades n we turn indoors with a sigh!
Good poem. Well written Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good thought. expressed beautifully.