The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Her soul was yearning for him,
One ring from that side took her over the moon,
She felt as happy as finding a mirage in the desert,
That voice saying it's arrival reverberated in her lughole,
Floating in the waves of their good old days,
Craving for the recreation of their first tryst,
Senora dressed herself in the same way for which the Senor had fallen into her,
The idyllic ambience added spark to their love,
But the destiny had a different plan for her,
During the journey back, Love of her life was snatched away by death,
Tragedically her wait for him was eternal.....

-LSMS.
© Lakshmi Sangameshwara