Sweet Waiting...


Silver sparkle ran down the waves,
Eyelids blinked when it shone.
The setting sun blushed deep,
Excitement of unknown lingered for him.

Sweat dripped down her brow,
Streams broken by end of saree.
Her fingers, palm molding flow,
Eyes stealing a glance at clock.

The clock sparrow came out and cooed,
She checked room in quick glance.
Sweet fragrance from daisies drifted in,
She quivered as cold water touched her skin.

White mogra crowned her black hair,
Her red saree holding her in one.
Crickets in orchestra drowned the sound of silence,
She sat on verandah, playing with trinkets.

Watched moon wane among clouds,
Stars blinking & going off to sleep.
The gate cracked open,
Her still body waking up in smile.

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