The Wait is Still On........

(c) Shilpa Sandesh


Moments passing by,
Clock's ticking,
As I plead for the time to stop;

 "Stall Oh hands,
Of the cruel clock,
Slacken just a bit,
My soul is not with me,
It's lost it's way,
Across the seas,
To set itself free!"

 Hope,
Anticipation,
Endurance for the spell,
The spell of woodoo magic,
When I shall hear,
The divine bells;

 Every minute is a treasure,
Valuable and beyond price,
For the inner self shudders,
What if tomorrow not be?

 Submission,
Perseverance,
Agitation,
Impatience,
My soul, it is gone,
The wait is still on......... 

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