Wishing for a thrust from within,
Waiting I was for her advent.
She came when the heart was yawning,
Was going when my heart was yearning.
Was that a dream?
In half sleep, I could only stand
Staring at her fading silhouette.
By a corner I sat and tried not to cry,
But tears rolled down unknowingly,
For I being abandoned.
In this tear fall, though I don't want to drown,
I'm not a swimmer even, to get through.
-Jatri
