The Waiting Poem by Arti Chopra

when the moonbeams danced
and a soft wind blew,
when the scented breeze,
bought thoughts of you
, when the leaves swished gently,
and the grass caressed my feet
thats when I missed you so
my sweet........

when the setting sun
painted a canvas fine,
where mauve and flame
and pink entwine,
when the waves caress the sandy beach,
I think of you so far from reach

when butterflies flit about here and there,
and the roses remind me 'bout my beloved fair,
when longing turns into an actual pain,
I pray to God to see you again

and as the days are dragging by,
oh how I wish that they could fly,
that I can hold you close once more,
and breathe in your scent, with every pore

I'll hold you close and love you so,
shower kisses along your brow,
tenderly close next to my heart,
and pray we never have to part,

till then be still... o scented breeze,
for me this moment, put to freeze,
let time fly swift, on gossamer wings
ah.. she'll come soon,
the bluebird sings