Wait Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Wait

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Wait is the most troublesome duty
For it kills the heart of liberty.

Impatience and restless irritation
Are the terms to define its notion.

Its the burdened creeping of Time
To the lovers between ring and Hymen's rhyme-

A sigh upon the midnight pillow,
A pleasure hidden to keep the glow.

For it has ever a resulted beauty
For sweet are the uses of adversity.

It is ever a lotus in mud
Or a poisonous snake with a jewel on head.

It is a system to read the right
All is well at proper stride.

Vivek Nidhi Tiwari

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 24 January 2013

Waiting is a game and pleasure in certain situation and waiting is a torture in other situations! Nice to read!

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Gajanan Mishra 21 January 2013

All is well at proper stride. good one.

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