Your Return

Sitting by window side waiting for your return seasons changed several times breeze changed direction too buds bloomed and withered can't say how many stars appeared and lost their appearance, but but still my eyes lie in your wait when you'd come and resplend me. Every whistle of morning train makes me awaken to see you stepping down the stairs. I ask every cloud to convey my message I ask every breeze to convey my message unto you, if you'r found. The rays of every sun ensure me to bring your notice with to-morrow's rays, but forgets as the sun enters the dusk sinks in the diving horizone I am still waiting waiting, sitting on door sill for your return.