When Will You Come Poem by Budhashaya Behera

I am waiting for you
Oh my dear cute little,
My dear child Lord,
I am waiting for you
In this dining hall,
Even I have not taken
A single glass of water,
When will you come?

A flower has bloomed,
Chanting your name
It is smiling without rest,
Without tear I am in day,
Without fear I am at night,
I know you are only kind,
I know you are my light!

Every dish you love is ready,
You can inhale the flavour,
Colour of door is in fading,
I shall feed you in golden spoon,
In silver spoon I shall feed you,
Butter you like, curd you like,
You like milk andsweet-rice,
Having silver plate and golden spoon
I am waiting for you my Lord,
When will you come?

How can a mother eat?
If her child has not arrived,
I am your aunt Budhasahya
I am waiting for you my child,
I hope, leaving your busy work,
You will come near me
But when will you come?

© Budhashaya Behera,19 February 2020. All rights reserved.