She stood at the doorway,
Waiting for him to return
He had promised he’d come.
A tear trickled on its solitary
Journey down that fair cheek,
The kohl lined eyes welled
Up with a warning of impending deluge
Tears trickled incessantly,
But he didn’t come.
She had imagined a thousand excuses,
Made up to herself for his coming late,
Had brought herself presents on his behalf
To smother her own anger
Lest she break apart-
But all this she had done to calm herself
All the while thinking
What was making him so late.
She finally decided that
If he apologizes thrice,
she will forgive him and
seal his lips with a kiss.
She looked out of the window
With a gaze full of expectation
But instead of him she saw a procession
In which he came but he did not:
For no one could carry him in totality,
So they got his body
And the soul they sent to God
To keep till eternity.