I wait for the day
When I will rock my ache away
On the chair we will make
Of our love. But today,
Back and forth my soul sways,
For a buried gem miles away
Keeps calling my name,
And our distance is to blame,
So the thousand miles I should mount
And learn to count,
The days left for us to meet.
But our love wouldn’t go astray,
For I will dig her up
And make her shine all over again,
Then sharp she will cut the woods
And I will begin.

by Shouvik Roy

Model: Doris