I have been waiting for you.

Almost for a year or two.

Sitting patiently at your door.

On this cold dust swept floor.

Oh please, let me in your empty room,

and sweep away the dark and gloom,

Draw the curtains and fill with light

Where there is an eternal night.

Let me hang my poems by your window

Light your evening lamps, your conch shell blow

Complete your night and day

With magical songs and simple play.

But you go up and down these steps, a daily chore,

You often pass me by, yet ignore

And raise a scornful brow

You pretend, me you do not know.

A small opening is all I need

I have no ego, to you I plead

Throw me a small crumb, attention some

Make me feel wanted, a bit welcome.

Once in a while you sit by me, and try

When I tell you my sad tale wry.

You laugh at me and say - be realistic, life is not a play!

Don't waste your time here, just go away

But I still hope, and I stay.

Let me bind you I pray,

my poor ignorant bird, with my ethereal rhythm

You who want to fly away from freedom.