Wait - Poem by Vivek Tiwari
Wait is the most troublesome duty
For it kills the heart of liberty.
Impatience and restless irritation
Are the terms to define its notion.
Its the burdened creeping of Time
To the lovers between ring and Hymen's rhyme-
A sigh upon the midnight pillow,
A pleasure hidden to keep the glow.
For it has ever a resulted beauty
For sweet are the uses of adversity.
It is ever a lotus in mud
Or a poisonous snake with a jewel on head.
It is a system to read the right
All is well at proper stride.
Vivek Nidhi Tiwari
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