A long wait
It's been long, more than a year
John left, promising to return soon
his words echoing, loud and clear
Anne waits, morning, night and noon

a faint knock is heard on the door
opening the door, she meets a stranger
who drops a leather pouch on the floor
it was John's who worked as a ranger

Anne's teardrops fell like rain all over
when he said, John fell off from a hill
John sent a letter in his pouch for her
the stranger left, Anne's cry grew shrill

I shall get well, to be with you on and on
in your arms always stays, rest of my life
John wrote, as Anne's long wait went on
counting days and nights, his dear wife.
© Krishnan
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