Lovers

Amidst the Mountains n vales,

A rhapsodical breeze wades and sails

The words undeciphered but a familiar tune,

Of a docile damsel awaiting for the arrival of her staunchy swain, 

Who promised to come back to her soon.

She wraps up the chores of the day,

When the children of the village retire from the play,

And the adults sleep after they eat and pray,

The small hillock beside the temple becomes her night stay.

A place where they used to vouch of togetherness till eternity,

And dreamt of the connubial life ahead -blissful serendipity.

Their surreptitious meets and clandestine talks,

All she used to remember, 

As on the hill, she sometimes sits and sometimes walks.

It's been days he went afar to fulfill his occupational needs,

To accomplish life's goals through honest deeds,

It is on the fuel of those memories that her heart feeds,

And on the terrain of soulful desires that true love breeds.

She anticipates the arrival of her suitor every dusk, every dawn.

With gleamy watery eyes and a dewy white face now a shade of fawn.