Upon the riverbank I sit alone
And watch the crescent moon's soft silver glow;
The evening sky a muted, dusky tone,
While hollow hearts lament what none may know.
A whisper drifts, a shadow in the air,
Some absence felt, yet never named aloud;
Like thirsty earth that begs the falling fare,
My soul still calls for one lost in the crowd.
My heart would hold the shade it most desires,
Yet doubts arise—will they return to me?
The fault was mine; their warmth now gone like fires,
Still here I wait beneath the silver sea.
And if the moon should guide them to my side,
I'll greet their step with hope I cannot hide.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June05,2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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