Endless Questions Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Endless Questions
What am I doing?
Why am I waiting?
For whom?
For what?
I am always impatient,
Never obedient,
Always aggressive,
Sweating and obsessive,
Show me a moment, where I have cared,
Shown a fig of courtesy, or a sliver of prayer,
Then what is it? Why the wait?
What do I seek, that makes me a slave?
Is it slavery?
Or is it freedom I seek?
To be smothered in your soul, and be buried for eternity?
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