The Wait Continues...

She waits near the telephone for it to ring,
On hearing his voice she'll have a reason to sing,
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...

A teardrop rolls down her soggy eye,
As she remembers his days of childhood gone by,
He learnt to walk holding her turmeric stained fingers,
The sound of him giggling in her ears still lingers.

She remembers the mischievous smile on his face,
Which helped him exit every crime with grace,
Oh what a prankster was he,
But today where is he?

There is he on the borders protecting the nation,
He forgets there is someone waiting for him on the station,
She pictures him making his way through all the guns,
She thinks are there wars for us to lose our sons?

Her thoughts are broken by the telephone sound,
Anxiety to hear his voice makes her heart pound,
But Alas it was not he, whom she wanted to hear,
She sighs, "when will you call up oh dear?"
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...