The Wait

One day, a little sparrow did I sight,

Who sat on a rose shrub really bright,

And she chirped sitting there till twilight.

A love song she sang thro' the daylight.

And, then came the fearful dark night!

This little sparrow turned pale with fright.

Alas! She cried. What could it be tonight,

That my dear hasn't come tonight?

Alas! How long do I have to wait?

Will I be alive till he came in sight?!

Or, would I have to sigh day and night?

For, he is my Love and it's my Life at stake.

I shall leave my Life, if be by fate,

That he doesn't return by morrow twilight!