Waiting

Isn’t life much about waiting?

The seed waiting to sprout,

The old tree waiting to die!

The foetus in the womb waiting for birth,

And the decrepit old  waiting to walk into the sunset!

The sick waiting to get up and running,

And the hopelessly sick waiting to defy the end!

The sun waiting to set

And the moon waiting to rise!

The thunder waiting to roar

And the lightning waiting to hit the ground running!

One waiting for good fortune,

And another  apprehending misfortune to strike!

The wave waiting to hit the shore,

And the shore waiting to meet the wave!

The dancer waiting to meet the dance,

And the dance dancer!

The lover waiting for his beloved,

And the beloved pining for her love!

The sage on the mount waiting to meet his Maker

While the Maker waits for the seeker!

It is this waiting for similar or dissimilar ends 

That is fascinating,

Pregnant with breath-taking possibilities,

Dotted with uneasy apprehensions,

At times plagued by eerie ill-omens,

With suspense and trepidation suspended mid-air!

In this waiting struts the very uncertainty of life,

Its tenuousness and its propensity to change,

Change that might make or mar!

It is this waiting that holds the key!

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Arun Bhagat

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