When Will You Come, My Love? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The moonlight is falling,
A fair and fine moon keeps it glistening,
The silvery white light is spread all around
And it is drizzling,
But you are not,
You ate not, my love,
When, when will you come, my love?

I lie in waiting for you,
When you come to
And speak to me,
I just want to be with
As you are my life, my world,
A small world of affection and sympathy,
I love you my love,
How to think of a world without you?