A second Bhakti poem

And here’s the second poem I wrote as part of our Indian Literature assignment.

I wait

I wait amongst dried leaves and sticks
waiting to hear them crackle
under your own feet.

I wait for anything that would tell me it’s you
coming towards me, thinking of me.

Then I hear it. It has to be!
My heart races, my eyes quicken.

I turn in every direction. My ears strain to hear.
Then. Nothing.

No, it wasn’t real. It’s just me.
And the leaves and sticks crackling
under my own feet.

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