Mist Of Your Memories
Sitting by my bedside window,
I often feel very low.
Even this day has gone without your sight,
turning down all my hopes, shadowing every light.
Looking for you among the walking figures on roadside,
still keeping a bleak hope to get one of your signs.
My eyes were glued for long hours searching for you,
but same disappointment I had nothing new.
Still I tried & made one more effort,