Sonnet On A ‘longing For Love' Poem by Indranil Bit

She is sitting silently by the broken pane,
Her usual place at this hour of the day,
Neither a complain, nor makes a sound!
Her eyes in search and with no frown!
Days past by like beads on a string,
No one do endure such loss of a being!

Five long years flow aloof to the sea!
She is still sitting with a hope to see!

That evening he came with emerald eyes;
His world seemed kind and the heavens nice.
When she was gasped tight round the hip;
Her cheek turned cherry and a trembling lip!
What she felt that day is answered never,
Yet she is still sitting and waiting at this hour.