Till you return

Still, I wait
May be still, its not too late
May be if I run hard
And stop being such a retard
I can still catch up with your frantic pace.
But no, I have stopped running a race.
Yes, I shall still wait
In my own shell with an empty slate,
And wish that you would return some day
Tired and alone, having made your hay
Look at me, with no disdain
Ignoring first but then refrain
And scribble 'I belong' in this book of mine
Till then, I bless you with all sunshine.
Tapan9.6.09