Waiting

I wait for many things. My lover, dream or revolution. I wait for that boy who once called me dad subconsciously, i wait for that river, where learned how to swim. I wait for that stolen friend, who once said i should be with you all ever.

Sometimes i wait by sitting at the bench of a park, sometimes at the rail station or sometimes at the main road where peoples wait for their relatives or others. I wait, because i think, may be, i shall get of those.

I feel good when i wait. May be, i shall never get of those, therefore i wait. Waiting which is like a poison for someone, becoming honey in my life day by day as dream.

Reviews

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this has certain depth and deep emotions. wise piece, yep i think that is true.

[Tree]

A meditating, wonderful and wise piece. I enjoy your expressions, Mr Mitra.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Waiting is hoping .. that those we hold in our hearts , will realize they are loved ..
I wait for one to come home .. and hold me till I no longer draw breath ..

I can relate to your words .. Well done ..

Jazz