Sitting on a bench beneath a tree,
Thinking of passed memories with you.
Urging loneliness to set me free.
In a crowd of so many, I am waiting for you!
This is another evening, I am waiting.
My sun of hopes drowned in a sea.
Yet you are not coming, and I am waiting!
People laugh at me, when they see.
In a page of heart with the pen of time.
I have written love along with you!
I have whitened roads with lime!
Leading to my palace built for you.
Oh my dear you redefined love.
Anger and prejudice just flew,
There remained love, a pure love!
My poem is dedication to you.
I am here waiting for you.
Someday you will hear about me,
That I am waiting for you!
And you will read this poem to me.