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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