Ravinder Kumar Soni
The Wait - Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
At last, it seems, my long wait is over
Defying all emotions, time and space,
I now feel free to step out
And go beyond the confines of my own being and existence.
Once there to begin with
I shall unhesitatingly pace the long musty corridors
Paved and lit by the eight and one thousand hard-to-find pathfinders;
I shall then coming face to face with my own self and gazing at its brilliant blaze
Watch myself engulfing within my folds all things and events.
I shall then finding myself alone at that place
Where the sun never rises or sets
And there are no days and nights,
Call out aloud to myself
By a nameless name which I alone know
And spontaneously in a single-minded rapture
Commence singing my own glory,
I shall by then have fully realized the truth which is my solitary formless form.
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