Expectations

(378)  Asha asha kare

In expectations,
So many lives transpired.
Yet, of those expectations,
None are fulfilled.

They did not happen–
Those that were in my mind.
Those that I never wanted–
They came in abundance.
Whenever love occurred,
It was honey-coated comings and goings,
Always departing,
Gratifying only for a span of time.

Touring the flower garden,
Thorns arose at each step.
In the gentle southern breeze,
I met with a cyclone.
I've now realized that my expectations
Are like a mirage;
The disappointments at the end of hope
Are Your two rosy feet.

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