Wading through these dark desolate waters,
I know not what awaits me,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
Deep rooted thoughts arise from within,
Questioning the complexity of the time to come.
Yet, with a discerning hope I move ahead;
Unbeknownst to the world lying outside.
Forbearance is a trait I have acquired,
Looking beyond the uncertainties in life.
The wait still plays a pivotal role;
Transforming, transferring, teaching.
Tomorrow is a day I look forward to,
Every passing moment captured with grace.
I know not when this sojourn will ever end,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
Nice one....:)!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAll the best for whatever you are waiting :)
ReplyDeleteI was reminded of a poem we learnt from Figments of Imagination:
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."
Beautiful one :)
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ReplyDelete@Navjyot: Thanks dude
ReplyDelete@The Layman: On his blindness huh? The most popular sonnet. Thanks aliya :)
@Abdul: That's all you liked eh? Lol
A really good poem for the one who awaits what his future will be.. Good one bro!!
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