We wait with stars in our eyes
With a silent yearning palpitating within
Rising from the depths
Riding on a lover's wings
The desires become a palpable truth
Like a scar from today's wound
Wavering feet on rocky paths
Stings and blows and windy slaps
A long walk down the lane
A rattling motion along the track
And still we wait and wait long
How long is this going to last?
Thousand nights and days have seen this ache grow
In the pallor of the waning hopes
Then one day we wake to grey hair
A lined face and dreamless eyes
And still we wait and wait long
For an end to the waiting
The endless hours of all those cravings
That made homes in our body
Furnished it with expensive dreams
So the wait goes on and on
And life seems an empty tale
Despite all the gains and pains.
Nosheen Irfan © 2015
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Like a scar from today's wound. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Loaded with life's lessons. Rich in rabid realism about the limitation of life in all its swiftness and vicissitudes!
Expensive dreams and endless wait both are fantastically expressed in this wise poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You must have read about waiting for Godot, I can't tell you what absurdity it presents. It's not just a case to be generalized but many times we go on waiting, waiting, on and on...Loved this wonderful poem.