Waiting For My Son Poem by AnilKumar Sharma

I peeped out of the door and gazed at the street, still there is no sign of my son
If it only took a moment to go near our dearer ones, wouldn't it be very much fun

He told me not to worry and would be home sometime
All I can remember of him was he always wanted a dime

He sent a message promising that he would be home, before couple of weeks
So long I waited and yet no sign of him made tears run down my cheeks

Through my watery eyes, I saw a man coming across the lane
Having little hope I thought it was him, but in vain