Souradeep Sen writes

Wait for me

My love,

Wait for me by the seashores

To the mountains do I go

For conquering my soul.

Come not to find me there -

For lost will I be

Lost and in utter disrepair.

Lost intermittently for friends

Lost probably for hopes

Lost forever from the dead past -

And its dreary woes.

But never for thee,

seldom for thy part. 

Lost will I be in the woods

And to those denizens -

More to those elves of hills.

Lost to those brooks and streams

Lost among the pine and cedar

But, them would I love

less than I love thee.

Wait for me by the seas,

For when I return

To thy invitation for a swim,

Purging the wisdom and the dross

Of those alluring spirits of the hills -

Wait until this love for thee

Erupts like a spring,

Flows in myriad fountains

Flies in unbroken wings.

Wait for me, by the seashore, my love -

For return I shall, love thee, I will

Wait not just for my going under

But for the beyond going

Or wait till the seas run dry

Vapours replacing its foaming brine.

This my only promise, this my love's sign,

The eternal sanction and seal -

Till I'm dying.

 I am waiting for you -- Samacca Art