Waiting Poem by Bipin Patsani

This loneliness,
These non-shared moments
Eat in to my weary heart
Like white-ants eating into
A book of poems left on a table.

Is this awareness of being lonely
And longing for someone is vain
Like the tragic attachment and longing
Of the lone sea monster for the Fog Horn?
The language of love is same everywhere.

This burning, this sweet suffering,
Wanting and waiting to be wanted,
Born out of love, maybe for the wrong thing,
Is not altogether wrong,
For how can we deny the moment of truth
And the truth of the moment?

Love is God and Goodness, you know;
Love admits no bounds, no earthly law.
I would rather be lost this time
And redeem in love
Before the bomb of boredom explodes above.
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