Wait

‘Wait’, a four-letter-word,

But so weighty inside,

That some find boring and hard,

A few others have to unwillingly abide.

 

A lover’s wait for the beloved is divine,

The same thing is a curse to the prisoners,

The earth waits and becomes glad to meet the rain,

The departed souls do the same seeing the former mourners.

 

Waiting is sweet and bitter as well,

An unseen medium none can ever captivate by any spell. 

Reviews

[Khyati]

:) I hate to wait, and your poem described the word quite well...

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much. :)

[Khyati]

No Problem ^_^

[ayesha gupta]

yep. true concept. waiting is sweet and bitter both.
i liked reading it.. :-)

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

So nice of you. :)