Rain of love

Rain of love, a promise broken by time,

Centuries have etched their lines on the world’s face,

Yet, no droplet descends from the burdened sky.

Ganges whispers its ancient tales to the shore,

While I, a solitary figure on a weathered bench,

Await the rhythm of a heart that’s gone astray.

My boat, a vessel of longing, rests idle,

Yearning for the touch of your guiding hand.

Together, we were to sail to love's unknown dimension.

Where are you, my beloved, in this labyrinth of years?

Lost