Every sound of footfall
Every knock at the door
Brings a wishful thinking to
Fill my innermost core
Then the sound dies down
And so does my desire
There is no respite from the
Constantly burning fire
A fire of yearning for you,
Craving and expectation,
That this time it’s you at last
And not only my imagination
So intense is my adoration
That I am not morose, your memory,
Only, keeps me constantly in jubilation
~ Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India