Wednesday, August 03, 2005

On a much awaited trip

I’ve thought of you often enough,
I wish you’d come for me
And take me away.
I know you are the only certainty
In this life of mine.
Why must I still wait?
I have in readiness,
The coins for my ride across
Will you still not come for me?

1 comment:

Vivek Sharma said...

hmm... lines here ebb and flow... the feeling is stronger than the verse I guess!