Wait! Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I waited for the rose bud to bloom.
And the flower, like a butterfly
Rose from a field of ineffable mystery.

An explosion of indestructible beauty
Tender petals
Weaving garlands of happiness
Love and hope in the heart
And mind.

I waited for the sun to rise
And suddenly
The pale sky lit,
An exuberance of multicoloured light,
A glow that shattered the thunder clouds' threats.

I waited for the summer rain
And it poured
And poured!
An endless fall from the sky.

And I abandoned myself to the warm
And immense shower of love,
A transcendental bliss.

To wait is not always to waste time.
Things come in their proper time.
To wait is to have faith
In the cosmic happening.

Neither you
Nor me
Can force the sun to rise
Or to set
Or force the breeze to blow.

Waiting is to reach out to the infinity.
You realise that life
The chores and the sores

The blossoms and the thorns are all the same,
Both bred and fed by the bush.
We are the bush
The pains and the pleasures our own creations.