Bereaved Poem by Sandeep Dongre

I still wait for you,
Believing that one day you will come to me as elegantly as morning dew,
And so I sit here with eyes open wide,
That by the time sun sets you will be beside.

Tell me, oh! setting sun, when will she come?
Or, does she want me to die of rum?
The sun of my life is about to set,
My heart can but my body can't wait,
You must come now or I must come to you,
This earthly life in your absence isn't worth to live.

And here where you left me years ago,
I shall renounce my earthly ego.
Knowing now that you can't come to me,
I am going to drown myself in the love of your sea.