A Soldier's Wife Poem by Jaya Das

Do you remember the day we first met?
My throat has dried up, I recall with eyes wet
I was a leaf clinging on an autumn tree
You were a stream running reckless, free
The day when I fell upon you
O' all my being seeped
Painting your heart with my crimson hue
I am waiting for the autumn to come
And I am coveting to fall again
But the stream has no water left
My dear! You are long gone to a land so far
Left behind a tattered heart, fighting everyday war
One day water will return, rendering others' life
I will cling till the end, I am a soldier's wife.