And here’s the second poem I wrote as part of our Indian Literature assignment.
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.
No, it wasn’t real. It’s just me.
And the leaves and sticks crackling
under my own feet.