Waiting Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Knock on the door, knock on the window

Softly, softly feel the breath inside

The wait of a silent forgiveness is written



If you are growing old

The children will remain young

They must be the same as we keep them



Inside our memories, the raging time loses its ground

Not in pursuits of glory

Simple deeds must add up to even



When we wait in different rooms

From one time in our lives to the other

We keep waiting expectant, deriding, believing



In the unknown path we lead them to

There are no certainties

Only some good wishes must remain in deed