Dying Waiting - Poem by Jasjiv Singh
Have I failed or is it a fumble?
I will have to sit quiet and see
Against the power of fate I'm humble
A man who will have to wait to break free
Will my time come soon (in this life time?)
The forces up there know much better
Is asking for what I deserve a crime?
She will tell me, my destiny, I ought to trust her.
But this wait plays games with my mind
Makes it think of more failures and losses
Feel like a tied up prisoner trying to find
The food that my captor to me tosses
I speak to you help me break these chains
Do you hear me? Is it not loud, my voice?
I can't stay this way, this state, it pains
I cry, I have to be like this, I have no choice
Will a prayer help me find the right direction?
Even if it does I don't know how to pray
All my life I wandered for satisfaction
Should've been with you, I've been astray
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