till then.....
 

dry leaves rustle and in circles they dance
they dance to the tunes of the silly breeze

another sun sets, tomorrow here yet another will prance
stealthily in between, same path the night will tease

each hour came alone and all went along as a day
leaves rustled and the breeze played
time passed and ho!
suns set and left the nights to trace

so long it has been, yet never do i miss this way
tomorrow and after, to here with my heavy heart i will wade
late but before time's end you will come i know
and once again i will fill my eyes with your face.

- Subodh