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