Expecting The Deserted

My eyes have been strained setting on the road bend So as to behold thy image Alas! umpteen times They have mistaken The wayfarers for you Tonight too I will keep warm Your favourite food that I cooked As I have been doing all these years It's too late in the night I can't sleep unless you come And fed with my hand once again the old lantern with a dim light Is hung at the doorway and the door is shut unbolted Gently come in and go to the dining If you find me slept Never wake me up It will be a sleep I can never wake from It's a consolidation of sleeps I skipped Every night since you left Your dad had left a word for you To stand at his grave for a while So that he may see you from within it