Waiting for her By R.Krishnamurthy

Everything looks so pretty
Even the cactus looks rosy
The barren land seems like a meadow
Whether it’s the sun or the moon I don’t know

There is no cloud in the sky
But I feel there will be a shower
The hot wind will change to a breeze
There will be a rainbow too

There is no garden around
But I feel a new aroma in the air
It is not spring or summer
But I hear a cuckoo nearby

I have been standing here
For an hour waiting for her
It has become a hobby
The surroundings are not shabby.