One Day

one day,
you will miss, and cry

one day,
you'll run a thousand miles,
scan every corner, and try

one day,
you will stand in wait, endlessly,
and pray, 

and keep at it, until the eyes turn dry

one day,
you'd also want to say "sorry",
for the deep deep cut,
for the way it bled,
and turned into rubble, dead and dry

one day,
you will wait for the phone to ring,
you'll yell "pick up!"
"where the hell are you!"
and keep praying,
and waiting, 
with tears alone to keep you warm,
under the chill of night-sky

one day,
you'll sit with two cups of hot tea,
but they will turn cold,
and so your tears will, too,

you'd recall the day,
when the return of the smiles
made you cry
and the little girl in you blushed shy

one day,

you'll crave again, 
pray for the old days to be back,
for a warm hug, tight and long,
when the sun sinks, and night is nigh

but that day,
it would be a little too late,
for the thoughts to reach,
for your voice to be heard,
for the hands to touch,
and you to feel the warmth,
for even the gods to listen,
"one last time," 
even if you yell and cry!




© sashikant mohanty