There is someone I love
Someone somewhere is waiting for me
His patience proving his love for me
His suffering at our separation at its peek
Reveals his silent love towards me.
Unable to speak, unable to express.
His love is greater than any other
But such affections are never understood
They seldom stay together
For the dreadful fate never wants true love to shine
And diminishes the golden flame.
I wait for the day when again I will meet him,
When we will sing and dance and love
Where no obstacles will stand in front of our unique love,
Where no judgments will be passed
I wait for the day when again I shall hear the voice of my loved,
My parrot little Krishna,
I wait for the day
When I shall breathe my last
And end our long-lasting separation
-Parul Darbari
