The Bench

The Bench

Sometimes the roses wait

Sometimes the bench

For you to arrive

Though you never come

And me,

I watch the flowers wilt

And the bench

Gradually lose its strength

To the elements

Meanwhile seasons change

Repeat themselves

In cycles

Repeatedly

Lost their count by now

Don’t even care

Nor do I regret

The wait

For there’s a rose

Deep inside somewhere

That has refused to wilt

With time’s passage

It whispers

Tells me now and then

That you are there

Just around the corner

Walking towards the bench

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar