Elegy For The One Who Waited Poem by ashok jadhav

Here we stand for the one who waited, quietly,
who did not shout at fate or strike the door of time,
but sat with folded hope and patient breath,
trusting silence more than noise.
They learned the language of delay,
the slow grammar of unfinished days,
where longing ripens without applause
and strength grows unseen.
While others rushed toward fragile triumphs,
this one remained—
tending dreams like winter seeds,
believing in springs not yet announced.
Loss visited often,
and still they did not harden.
They carried absence with dignity,
turned waiting into a form of love.
Now the chair is empty,
the pause complete.
What remains is not regret,
but a gentle awe at such restraint.
For the one who waited, quietly,
taught us this final truth:
that endurance can be holy,
and a life spent waiting
can leave the deepest echo of all.