A Song Of Waiting - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
I rose at six O'clock
And hastened to Chepauk
To wait and see a Test Match, but rain began to fall.
I tried to hasten back;
Out for a ‘duck', alack!
I waited for a bally bus that never came at all.
I waited in a queue
From nine O'clock to two,
To pay my college fees before the penal end of term;
But when it was my turn,
I was obliged to learn
That waiting is no pastime for the bloke who isn't firm.
Thus life will slip away
In waiting every day,
And waiting has no ecstasies for me at any rate.
Still, some may be consoled
On being gently told,
"They also serve the Lord who only stand in queues and wait."
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