Sitting by window side
waiting for your return
seasons changed several times
breeze changed direction too
buds bloomed and withered
can’t say how many stars appeared
and lost their appearance, but
but still my eyes lie in your wait
when you’d come and resplend me.

Every whistle of morning train
makes me awaken to see you
stepping down the stairs.

I ask every cloud
to convey my message
I ask every breeze to convey my message
unto you, if you’re found.

The rays of every sun
ensure me to bring your notice
with to-morrow’s rays, but forgets
as the sun enters the dusk
sinks in the diving horizon

I am still waiting
waiting, sitting on door sill
for your return.