Waiting
The walls may have crumbled
The windows may have aged
The frail shoulders of the roof may be carrying the burden of memories
I will try to wait until you come,
But perhaps I won't be able to.
A lonely man grows old faster than a lonely house
But hope shines in the endless expanse of the sky
The nightingale on the trees sings a song of waiting
The one who left returns once to the place he left behind,
For some unknown reason
Has home forgotten us?
Is there still hope waiting in the eyes of the doors?
Have we also been abandoned?
The desire to forever remain etched in the memory of one's lover is an innocent one
Despite the guilt of forgetting one's lover,
In the evening of life, memories pounce like a hungry tigress,
Wandering through the forest of the past, clutching it in their mouths
If you return,
Sit for a while, leaning against the walls,
Spend a moment of the evening on a bench under the Gulmohar tree in the garden,
Light a lamp on the Tulsi plant,
Feed the birds, I may not be there
But you must do everything for the home
Because a lonely home does not die easily, like a lonely man
Unfinished waits wander in the ruins,
like the cries of the wind.
You must return, my love... you must return.
To give salvation to waiting
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