Right above the western horizon,
red was shining the grand old sun,
The winds in the trees made a run,
as trees swayed in rhythm of unison...
yet my dear did not come home!
waters have lost all its heat,
fishes were jumping for people to greet,
children were jumping on their feet,
around the ponds to show their feat...
yet my dear did not come home!
cattle was returning from grazing ground,
air was filled with ruminating sound,
music of flute can be everywhere found,
by the children to whom cattle was bound...
yet my dear did not come home!
vendors have now started their business,
markets lost their sight of peacefulness,
people moved in mood of restlessness,
fairs had filled air of sweet madness...
yet my dear did not come home!
children are coming from schools hopping,
now they started behind moms helping,
men returned from offices after their working
now their body slipped into mood of resting...
yet my dear did not come home!
birds have finally reached their nest
to have their night times rest
to make their crops as the best
farmers finished spraying anti-pest...
yet my dear did not come home!
slowly it started to become dark,
the dogs at strangers started to bark
moon was shining with little grey mark
people were returning home from park...
yet my dear did not come home!
darkness did spread all along,
street-lights till morning shall prolong,
clocks struck eight ding-a-dong,
but I'm alone with this gloomy song...
yet my dear did not come home!
singing the song was grass widow in her way,
no one can ever a word to her could say,
no evening did pass in a mood of gay
singing her song sadly day after day...
yet her dear did not come home!
