THE LOTUS

        

Day after day, I sit alone here on the river banks

 Just watching the musical gurgle of flowing water

The silence around here is thick, dark and gloomy

But it has become my habit to sit and wait here alone.

Some days before, I saw a lotus floating down

As I looked up, far away saw a stranger sitting there

He sat quietly like a monk on the opposite bank

Held a huge bunch of lotus in his hand fresh and fragrant

He was happily floating them one by one in the river

Enjoying the lotus floating with the ripple gently

Watched them as they floated into my hand finally

 Enjoying until all the flowers reached me, he now stood

He was a tall shadow of a man against the setting sun

All that is what I could see, not his face or any other feature

He stood and turned to me, waved and left

The next day I came with a strange feeling

 But he was there with lotus, waiting for me

The lotus started floating toward me gently

He waved at the last lotus and left as usual

Many days passed, and I failed to count

I got up only for this lingering tender memory 

For these evenings, when I can meet the Stanger

Collect hand full of a lotus so fragrant fresh

One day, he came not, day died and night fell

Hours I waited in vain with hope, but he did not

Till today I come and sit here every day, with an

Unshakable Hope, he will come with lotus for me

I fail to understand the strange play of fate like this

Why should the stranger come into my life from nowhere

Why do I become mad just to see his shadow far away

Why did I get lured into these unspoken words of love

Still, I adore waiting for this meaningless, nameless love.