I am mute <br />till her song, <br />entered my flute, <br />I played notes of beauty, <br />she absorbed in her booty! <br /> <br />She left the shore <br />her song receded <br />in the shell <br /> <br />She left her <br />foot-prints in the sands of sunguine <br />heart! <br /> <br />Her mockery became <br />green memory <br />my smile became futile <br />in her presence! <br />but essence to me <br /> <br />I am waiting for her <br />perpetually, <br />passionately, <br />and profoundly <br /> <br />A plea to stars <br />to lie on her earth <br />and some to decorate <br />her dark, curly, dense hair <br />hovering in eternal ether! <br /> <br />Moon shine became pale <br />as her body glistens <br />Mirth melody flowing from my flute <br />started at my heart <br />traversing, traversing, <br />traversing, <br />crossing trees, <br />rivers, plateaus, <br />Mountains, <br />Oceans, <br />to reach her heart! <br /> <br />I am waiting for her heart's rare echo <br />relentlessly<br /><br />Mula Veereswara Rao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-her/
