Waiting... Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

Revolt and die,
or swallow the black poison to the full scale
and choose longevity with a die-hard heart.
Or embrace immunity against all the odds—
feathers as heavy as to bear the weight of oneself,
a gust of wind with all of its incisive prowess.
Still, good hope against the force of gravity,
to bear the burdens as called for by all demands
that keep it upright and still; chaos settling to silence
after a long labor and slight pause,
waiting for a place to sit.