Though I do not like
Words and alphabets
But I like to read books
So when I was once reading
‘’Some one is waiting for me’’
Surprisingly I was delighted too much
But it turned immediately
Out to be not true
As I was held the book
Up side down
Actually it was me who
Was waiting for some one
And I feared that the person
would never turned up
and very soon
And it became very true
Upon being very thirsty
At a distance I saw a pitcher
And thought
it would be full of water
like a thirsty crow
while I approached
I saw
to my bewilderment
the pitcher was kept
down side up
S—l –o—w—l—y
And I am sorry to tell
They all killed my faith
In me and in my fate
Even I do not believe in
Logic on this earth
nor I believe the date
on which I took birth
they are mere numbers
in between them
there are big gaps
long before where I completely lost
You are not lost, but in a period of waiting, as you say for someone. Many people drinks, drugs which are all in a waiting period, but when you fill your mind with hope, hope in the best, but take what comes and when the unsurness comes, just say, that is not the truth, eventually you will get out of it. Cheer up and expect a better day tomorrow, in every tomorrow, but take what comes and deal with it.
Maybe the book and pitcher can be turned up. Let hope rise from it. Nice poem with a feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there will always be big gaps. take the pitcher and turn it right side up and it will be full of water.