A Waiting

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Waiting

Submitted: February 08, 2015

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A Waiting

The old ragged clock, hanging from the newly colored wall,

Just told me that it’s midnight.

It just told me that I must go to sleep on the cozy bed.

But my eyes, those wayward ones, were differing --

They were waiting for someone; someone close to them.

Time passed by and the clock kept on moving.

But my eyes, those disobedient ones, kept on;

Kept on looking beyond, beyond the spheres of time,

Looking to find out if there was any call, any call waiting,

Back in her mind and back in the darkness which we call night.

The clock went on, but I stood still, lifeless as it seemed,

Lifeless in the middle of an unkind night, filled with cruelty,

Cruelty, which defined the life to be a fruitless one;

Cruelties-- whose chills kept my eyes wide open.

The poor dogs that were barking in want of food,

The poor ones that were screaming in agony of starvation,

Reminded me of mine; reminded me of the frailties,

The frailties which made me love the loveless one --

The one who cared for someone else always and every time;

The one who cared for the daylight, shining bright with fervor;

The very one who never loved the silent night --

The night which gave life to me; the night which saved me --

Saved me from the scorching heat of the critical social sun --

The social sun which always cursed the immature moon…


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