Now winter is approaching,
I am on time with studies,
I am regular with my coaching.
I have stopped playing in dirt,
But yet now no news of your is heard.

I am on with my blazers,
A muffler in my neck,
A cap on my head,
But no news of yours is heard.

Now my tears have dried up,
Withered are my cheeks,
But yet now I have to say,
No news of your from weeks.

I was busy, I didn't call you,
Even you didn't give a call,
I waited for text , for days,
I waited eagerly day whole,
But I am upset,
From the ego you have shown,
Because till now, no news of yours is known.

My day starts , once checking my mails,
My day ends looking for new notifications,
Your rude behaviour,
Had made your wrong impression,
You exist I have evidence,
But yet now,
No news of yours had shown existence.

Till my last breath also,
I would wait to see you,
Because I know you follow my words "be you" ,
I am waiting for news of yours,
I know you are fine, but I am not sure.

When I will breathe my last day,
Try to meet me in anyway,
Because I think, in my funeral also you won't be seen,
But for you, that day also I would be keen.