When Is The Arrival, My Friend? Poem by Sai Gagan

I open mine own eyes, wake up in the morning
mine own mind sees an image of thee astounding
yeah, I know thou art not here
the only reason mine own eyes art brimmed with drops of sorrow
Thine absence is poking into mine heart like an arrow
I cullionly, of course, I am not literally afraid
but thy presence serves mine own soul a first-aid
but concluded, be it, thou art away
I did want to talk, only if 't be true thee couldst stay
for some more time,
not speaking to thee wast mine own biggest crime
I try mine own most wondrous to forget thee, alas, i see people who resemble thee
yond reminds me of thee, mine own heart weeps 'phew'
I see thee in clouds, i see thee in people and, birds I see thee in
thy absence maketh mine own head to spin
I gage, I at each moment desire for thine arrival
thee know, yond is important for mine own soul's survival
I doth wait for thee, how long shall thy absence due?
I cullionly, yeah, life hast been weird for me
many people came in and flee
'mongst all, thou wert special to me
but time didst aske thee out, and certainly with ‘t, thee flee.