Supposed to come
The day promised to come
With a healing fragrance of her
to break the grief.
A fickle wait retreat with handkerchief.
Fate... fate... take me to her land.
In a darken night
drops I have seen of our lonely bedstand.
Under the ocean a withering storm.
She was supposed to come..
She was supposed to come...
✍ Prabhat Ghosh.⚡
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