"A long wait It's been long, more than a year John left, promising to return soon his words echoing, loud and clear Anne waits, morning, night and noon, A faint knock is heard on the door opening the door, she meets a stranger who drops a leather pouch on the floor it was John's who worked as a ranger, Anne's teardrops fell like rain all over when he said, John fell off from a hill John sent a letter in his pouch for her the stranger left, Anne's cry grew shrill, I shall get well, to be with you on and on in your arms always stays, rest of my life John wrote, as Anne's long wait went on counting days and nights, his dear wife. ©Krishnan "