Staring at the wall see through
Waiting day and night
Nothing could be seen
The walls of my heart clenched tight.

He would be here soon
Was what my heart said
Even the thought of him
Painting my heart red.

Numerous times he came here
Smiling brightly
Oh and there, I saw a glimpse of him,
Just a glimpse of him passing by.

Everytime anyone passes through
I anticipate it to be him,
Turns out this time
It wasn't the person whom I expected
But for the next time, I am sure
It would be him.

-Anushka Sinha

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