THE WAIT
Journey, track, destination; don’t know what it is
For what he has been waiting for, a guest itself it is
Wait is what has binded the world together
Otherwise, hurry has parted things now for time of long matter
When you weren’t amongst waiters, you kept criticizing time
Now when you are amongst them, you’re embellishing yourself for that time
The restlessness but than this tranquility, who has given you?
Holding the finger of time, even your path is astounded by seeing you
Sometimes deep and sometimes extensive this journey has felt
But look how beautiful he looks, that stands at the end of that belt
After reaching your coast, you’ll look back at the swell of water
Look how happy it is, dwelling in that restful flutter