The Waiting

She set off, to celebrate her stay
In her village, with her mom and dad, following a long time.
“Dreadfully, aspiring to see them”, she came to me
I remembered her say, “I wish to repose on my father’s shoulder;
But seldom relished this occasion in recent times
I glanced at her and smirked; and said to myself, “She is too slushy.”
My love for her doubled and eventually amplified

Her travel was by train. I accompanied her till the station
While leave taking, “I miss you”, she said, in a sluggish tone
I held her hand and appealed, “When do I see you again?”
“Couple of days”, she tried to console.
Even a moment doomed an extensive time for me
Couple of days echoed in the vein of couple of weeks
It was like peas in a pod for her too
but didn’t intend to defy her keenness to visit her village though

I desired belated arrival of the train
So that I enjoy her company for a few more minutes
To my ill luck, the train arrived and rested; in a moment, it resumed its vocation.
As it moved, the silence in me augmented
Her head peeped out of the windowpane; did not reverse till she lost my sight
I waved my hands so long I witnessed her view
After she vanished, I twisted my mind to the usual events
But, failed to seize it, haunting her presence

On her return, she called me.
“I’m on my way”, she said, now in a piercing tone
Did not see in my mind’s eye, such an early come back
Still, my concealed sense was in distress
as it required a few more hours to catch a glimpse of her

Her travel, again, was by train
I was hanging around impatiently, intended for her arrival in the station
Set eyes on many trains moving too and fro
Not failed to spot even one
Inquired with the shopkeepers around, “when the train will arrive?”
I did this too often; “Pestering chap”, they must have thought
But kept their temper low
Perhaps, they guessed, I was foreseeing someone precious to me

“After a long wait”, she alighted
Her lighter bag, seemed to be heavy now
I rushed to her to set her free, but for her, it wasn’t too heavy
So, just sighed to step forward, giving a fleeting look
On our way back, she portrayed her stay
I missed her awfully, but was convinced that she enjoyed
“The Wait, although was impatient, it was a true merit”