Waiting and waiting,
They have been waiting since morning,
It's dark night now,
Still they are standing in the long queue
With great patience and expectation for the bright candle,
That will remove the sheer darkness of their life
And bring happiness and peace forever.
I see them in amazement,
As I talk to them,
I understand they are firm and resolute in their superstitious belief
That the bright candle of the holy angel will surely remove their pain and distress.
years after years they have been waiting with their blind faith,
No reason or logic can change their foolish and stubborn attitude,
I believe so in the present context,
As narrow superstitions and prejudices are deeply ingrained in their blood and vein.
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