The Wait Poem by Asha Saraswathy
The Wait
I have wrung out my life
And left it to dry on the clothes-line of time.
From this detached vantage I can see it
Dance merrily
In the Zephyr of an understanding smile.
Shudder and cringe
In the wind-chill of indifference...
Singe and burn
In the Shamal of barbed words...
And I wait patiently for the Haboob
To tear it off the clothes-line and
Set it free.
A nice poem written in poetic diction. Lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
interesting metaphors for a well penned short poem. Your 1st here.. Keep on writing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hi Asha, Fantastic write on the harsh realities of life and its response to this situation. Imagery and the language and vocabulary complement one another to render the poem a class of its own. Beautiful! You have true in-born poetic talent. Nurture it by reading, reading and reading. And write more and share with us on ph, who eagerly await good poems. Pl do! a ten too short for this exquisite one.