THE WAIT

Sat, 02/15/2020 - 08:21 -- ramsha

 

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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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savigirl14

I'm absolutely amazed

 

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