I
know he comes to meet.
Down
the bumpy road, I run to greet,
Reach
the fork where I frown,
For
I know not which road to go down.
Is
it eagerness or impatience
That
leads me to this inconvenience?
I
take the right as far as I could,
But
turn back thinking he would
Come
by the other road.
To
the fork in a hurry mode.
I
take the left and turn back likewise.
My
strength fails, I crumble, no surprise!
Inaudible voice I hear down the road,
I
spring to my feet with eyes open broad,
Oh!
It’s not he, just a passer-by!
In
disappointment, I almost cry.
Footsteps
I hear often, but not of him!
Silhouettes
here and there, but not of him!
