Waiting Poem by rakesh jaddu

Shuffling down this path of gloom,
I observe there is much more room.
Fear dominates cheer here,
And sweat is replaced by the tear.

“Dig on my lads, we have got some to go,
How many more who is to know? ”….

He went one day to the shop.
Waited, ‘coz someone asked him to stop.
Why didn’t he know he’d never stop again?
Now wounded, he waits for death in pain.

They stopped a train one day,
Set it ablaze and ran away.
They were a mighty lot, no one could touch,
So we tormented their innocent clan as such.

It’s a cycle and we have come back,
How many have gone down,
We’ve lost track.

She waits for her son by the window,
Angry; for he's walking so slow.