With a hurricane-lamp
I am in my room
Some one will come today
Portrait of my past is on the wall with a lonely gown
Grass - snakes are still in my bed
I thrown away
The Smoke of my burnt memories
Ash of my feelings
The yellow leaves are still in my bed
Still the melody
Still the cold
Still those smokes
Still that hopes
Some one will come today.
Raju Baruah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-one-will-come-today/
