Waiting Like a Night

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

In the Spring fields,
Where the hay turns green,
Dry twigs, into golden flowers,
I wait for you,
Reposing like a night,
Quiet and deserted,
Which awaits the sun,
To illuminate her,
With its incessant bright light....

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