Come, when will you come?
It has been years, quite some.

Very sorrowful is my state;
Tired I am, yet eagerly await.

Years have passed, but my desire doesn't end.
At least sometimes, a message to me, do send.

Dream I wish to, of you every night.
But to sleep, every night I struggle n fight.

It's my yearning, n your indifference,
there is no communication, only silence.

Tell me darling, how can we reach the shore
Tell me sweetheart, what for us is in store ?

Armin Dutia Motashaw