Patience Poem by Shrutika Nagpal

I love patience so much
Yet im impatient

I try to forget he ever existed
But somehow he’s omnipresent

My mind rightly says he’s foolish
My heart says he’s omniscient

I look at his name
Written so lovingly on my inner wrist

My insides begin to writhe in pain
Realization makes my conscience twist

Maybe ‘I’ should do something
Come out of the dark- clear the mist

But the hope is short lived
Ushered by uncertainty it begins oscillating to-and-fro

How would it happen?
No one or nothing seems to know

What would happen?
The answer lies in never-appearing tomorrow.

I must do something about it;
I could use some help

The thought of doing nothing
Fills my mind with remorse-filled yelps

But every new idea
Is full to the brim with kelp.

Just come to me ‘patience’
You know that’s the only solution

Only that can put my life
Back into it’s erstwhile motion

I know he feels something
If only he made it a conspicuous revelation…

Its been a year now sine the 1st time
His and my eyes met

But eye contact is all that happened
For we’ve never talked as yet

Yet every time I see him
My mind begins to fret

I’ve told everyone so many times
All I want is to see him

Just that sight, that tiny pleasure
Satisfies my every whim

My love, now, is so deep that I would accept him in any form
Fat, plump- or his current- slim

If you think about it, loving someone so unlike me
I’ve not really committed a crime.

It’s funny how I’ve managed to let others educate me so well
For ‘loving patience’ is the action to which I devote most of my time.

Many teenage girls have had their ‘first love’
But mine is unique – it’s something you just cannot mime.

To me he is now a full-grown man
Not just a 15year old boy

It’s as if my love for him is a living thing
And decides on its own whether to caress my love; or throw it around like a toy.

But whatever choice it makes
Loving ‘patience’ gives me immense joy.