The Wait

The Wait

The large pond

At the end of 

Tall green Bamboo thicket

Lining up the path

Of the auburn uncrushed leaves

Amidst a new fallen chestnut

Born out of the shell,

Reflecting inverted replica

Of the drooping Willow tree

In the placid blue green

Ripple less water.

The crimson splendour

Of the mingled Rhododendron

Interwoven with Oak and Cedar

In its greyish green stillness

Echoing silence,

Of the pink roof

Of the brown house
Beneath the willow

Shrouded in mist
Above the dried ferns
Between the Orchids,

Hovering in still air.

My Love

This is where we met

This is where we grew

This is where we 
In all perfection
belong together.

This is where I live

Where I have the dream

That will come true,

When the snow will melt

Into streaming rivulets
Bringing life to ravines

In the season of love.

That wading through the bloom
Winter Aconite pushing snow
Amongst Ephemeral Wait
Of Lilies Of Flocks Of Petunia

Of Daffodils and Tulips

In a winter summer interface

That you will come shivering

And wake me up before the dawn

Shaking me up from a long wait.

Penetrating
A cloud of condensed breath
You will whisper 

I have come back to you
It is for real
It is true
I have come back to my love
Hold me tight my beloved
Take me home
To where we belong.

                             .... by Ramakant Pande

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