Theme: Waiting

I Wait

I wait for the 

Touch of your hands

My hand calling out

Rising from the desert sands

Rising from the tree

Which lost all its leaves.

Take me where the world is free

To the garden where leaves don't fall

I wait for the touch of your hands

For how long who knows….

Maybe as long as the tree stands

Maybe for eternity as time flows

I wait for the touch of 

Those hands of yours

To take me where shines the Sun

Where only for each other love pours

Beyond all the drudgery

Where it is all fun.

Do I need to wait?

Isn't your hand already there?

Isn't it all about this moment?

Do you ever default to answer a prayer?

Isn't your hand touching it all

The leaves, the Sun, the tree,

Even when all its leaves fall?


More By  :  Arup Ganguly

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