NOBODY COMES

In a sylvan dale
There she walks alone
Waiting for his hands
But nobody comes………..

Staccato calls of birds
Blended with songs of leaves
Longing for his music
Still, nobody comes.

Tears crawl as the rain falls
Soaked, wet and wrapped in chill
Calling him for a hug
But nobody comes……

A vagabond soul
Along the way home
Wanting his company
But nobody comes……

Tucked in her room’s corner
Windows are beckoning her
Through them she gently peeps
But nobody comes……

Drowned in deep hopelessness
One bullet has been freed
Dreams have gone, pain has ended
But still, nobody comes……