Waiting by Shreeja

How long do I have to wait?

How long do I have to seek?

Watching an empty road,

With an even more barren heart.

You fight for glory.

You fight for hate.

You fight for everything,

Yet I am the one who waits.

How long do I have to wait for you to come home?

How long do I have to be forlorn?

Our love was a rippling river,

Bustling with life.

Passionate and tender,

Yet all I remember is you

Shot by gun or stabbed with a knife.

Why can’t you see what I fight against?

The ticks of clocks in my ears,

Closes and locks all my fears.

The open bond that we had before,

Starts to wither at the core.

Why do I wait?

For a man who leaves me behind.

For a hand that doesn’t hold mine.

For eyes that no longer gleam.

We may see the same moon and sunshine,

But are farther than we seem.

I choose to remain,

In an never ending game.

You leave to fight battles that are not yours,

You say it is an answer to a bigger call

But I am the one who waits,

Alone without you.

Waiting and waiting,

Serene and astute.

Why should I wait?

For whom should I wait?

Battle gears, war fields,

Leave a little blood for me.

Drop by drop you water a land,

Your blood used like a hourglasses’s sand.

No mother will remember your name,

No daughter will sing your praise

But I continue to wait,

With a piece of you in me.

A child in my womb that grows everyday,

I hear ‘I love yous’ that you continue to say.

I cannot call them empty promises as much I desire,

But my Lover, I never though of you as a liar.

If you want to bleed the whole of you,

For a land that will forget you

In bloodied pages of time.

I can wait bit longer, just a bit more,

But leave that war at my door.

I will not welcome the battlefield ,

that you sought by my bedside.

I will keep on waiting until your promises , Become a lie.