I wait

I Wait…
The last birds return back,
Lower belly of the sky reddens,
Noises drown in dead silence,
A lonely star blinks dimly
In the distant northern sky’
I wait
As a eager child to his Mom,
I wait
As a restless lover to his love.
Where is the fragrance of love?
Where is the colour of care?
Things dissolve in mist,
Visions fade in fog,
Whole being shakes
Wet in the mist
I wait…

J.T. Jayasingh