O love delay, wherever you are?
I was searching for you in vain
You are the only thing I am waiting for
To take away this aching pain.
I should have pluck up courage long ago
But now I will grow old in hope of finding,
Images peering through the window,
Transition hides me away from everything.
Where is the balm for my healing?
Like something missing out of my dream,
That wakes up very late in the morning,
I stayed where I was waiting for the alarm.
Love delayed answers to mixed request,
In order to mould and shape our desires,
Confidence grows as we learn to invest,
And strengthen our faith in prayers.
Time did not mare our beautiful character,
Nor was hope lost in love's seeming delay,
Patient was counted for greater honour,
Not our selfish wants to be on display.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
patient was counted for greater honour. good and true.