The Time When I Was Waiting For Her Coming - Poem by Pijush Biswas
I hoped her coming,
Her touching a little
Her love unending-
But oh, she is a bit moudlin.
Affection, devotion, love-oh
Once prevailing between she and I-
All are now seeming dead
All grey in my eyes.
Faith, dependance all were existing there-
But, all forgot by you, my lady!
Is there in their love that perfection
that ours had?
What was the vice you detect?
What was the wrong by me!
How the relish of our love had been vile?
Where is the guilt!
Though you are apathetic till now,
enlarging yet my heart's field.
My mind was trembling with
Fear of your adversity.
Tears filled my eyes with
Hope and despair, the duality.
I had been standing there
On the path, looking through it
But, there was no traces of your feet.
And I prophesied of our love,
Standing there adorned by the Nature
Oh! it fails in the nearer future.
The shadow of darkness pervaded my heart
As if, brake the walls of heart twin.
I dreamt the dream of your coming
Being drenched with the flow of tears;
The path, dusty, appeased me by
When I, flower-handed and perplexed
Blowing into the air it's marrow,
Saying 'she is yours-
yesterday, today and tomorrow'.
Talks unending, left yet now
I hope your coming,
A draught of love might make me laugh.
Your mind, known and unknown, both to me
A brief meeting may my heart make fresh and free.
But oh, you're so disheartening!
Now, I'm looking into the future, and
Considering: you will be whether mine or not
Oh, shadows of despair on the thought gather.
May be, its a game at the destiny's hands.
At last I awake, and realize-
its not the time to bother.
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