Waiting

 

Waiting

 

Tame

I sat

With the daylight rolling over me

And the evening coming same as usual

Like a samurai sword

Inside a stand

Waiting to be used

For that cutting away

At the place where the hour loses its frame

And the only words left compose

Themselves

Like dancers awaiting the first rhythmic beat

All my body, a precipice….

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is really sad..
Endless wait and wait....without any hope.
Really, This one is very sad!
Great flow and brilliant usage of simile in few lines, like-
"Like dancers awaiting the first rhythmic beat
All my body, a precipice�."

Keep writing :)