When you don’t come…

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I smile for a second, laugh for a minute,
and before the cry returns,
I wait for the best moment to come.
That moment is again; a get-together for some seconds,
a second that brings happiness elongated.
When such awaited call rang no bell,
a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t come but don’t promise,”
my heart cried…
But I faked it, and said “it’s okay”
I don’t know how you wait, oh woman!
Woman, whose man is on the border.
I cry hopelessly, when I feel the distance.
And the next time you come,
make no news.
It hurts, when you don’t come.