Waiting For You Poem by Rimni chakravarty

I am now forty eight
Quite old, approaching the autumn of life
May be some day the cold breeze of winter
Take me like dry leaves to distance far
Dry leaves remind me of the burning fire
To clothe you with warmth
It may happen I receive a call to cross the bar
After this life 's long drawn war
Still I wait for you dear
You may be my friend who lay deep in my heart
To help me endure the world of craft
Where hunters pierce you at your back
Smile and show they are your friends
In reality they are butchers who are dead in mind and spirit
Still I wait for you dear friend very true to friendship
Life will then become an enjoyable trip.