Him

A poem about a man waiting for death to claim him....

I sit in a lonely room,

I care not for time or place.

My only thought at the moment,

'Is when will I meet him face to face ?'

I hear a tap on the window,

Is it him ? Is it him ?

But in a look I see,

Its naught but a bird on my sill.

I withdraw back into myself,

But i hear a knock on the door.

My heart skips a beat as i go to greet him,

But it's just someone's idea of a joke.

I sit back in my armchair,

And renew my final wait,

Just then from the shadows in the corner,

He comes, at last he has come.

He looks at me through sunken eyes,

With a smile that puts me at rest.

He then extends out his hand,

To greet me, 

Like an old friend..... 

Author's Note

reviews are always welcome...
PS: If someone thinks i suck, a review is the only way to stop me..... :)

Reviews

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Well, it is a thoughtful poem, I must say but there are many errors, as in, "Is the him ? Oh is it him ?" and "Its not but a bird on my sill.". Mistakes are human nature but what a writer can not bear is a simple error in his original writing.

[PoeticVandal]

i will consider that..
Thank You

[Mehak Mushtaq]

:) Anytime.

[The Dreamer]

you dont suck at all!! it beautiful - the anticipation, excitement, restlessness everything one feels during a much awaited reunion with an old friend... loved it :)

[PoeticVandal]

thank you so much for such kind words...