I Am Waiting For You Poem by Neelamani Sutar

A great time will stop,
all the sky will fall to the ground, the harmony will be monotonous.
Then, we will be exhausted, lost from the wreckage.

The tip of vermin on the forehead round as the red sun,
the crescent moon smile of the curved lips, the smell of the long hair black as the cobra disappears.
The chain of love will break, we will be lost. I will be lost in the abyss of the duality.
Chastity and lust silently exhausted.

Then one day,
piercing the rubbish of sorrows and sufferings, pain and hunger--
I will pass the long term dorsiness and say, come back!
I am waiting for you! !