Our story spans thousands of years
for aeons we have loved,
Your footprints lead to the
threshold of my abode.
As the dusty dunes sweep
beneath my feet,
I can sense you're coming Home.
The melody of your flute
spiraling through the storm,
finds its end into my ears.
The movement of your fingers
along the bamboo reed
as you endeavor to run them
lest they emit a wrong note.
I long to sit beside you
along the doorstep,
lost in the waves of the
soulful music, wafting
through the golden sands,
of the enchanting desert.
The wait is all I have
This disquiet I must bear,
For I know in my heart
You are forever there.
*A village maiden in a faraway desert land waits for her lover. She knows he would arrive soon. It's only a matter of time they would soon be together.
(The second part of this poem will narrate the side of her lover.)
By Nandini Sengupta
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