The heat before the cooling rain,
How long does it want me to wait?
The law behind pain and gain,
how long till it with care embrace?
The moon's phase in wane,
how long till it is seen again?
The ink goes down the drain,
how does one refill when their hands are pale?
All my pining goes in vain,
how long before I see her window pane?
- Geetanjali Lachke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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