Chandan Chatterjee Poet Free verse

Patience

Patience

Sitting all day with a fishing rod in hand
By the pond, 
Return home with empty bucket 
in the evening, 
Is called patience.

Passing every day in the hope that
The new sun of tomorrow
Will bring a ray of new hope in the life,
Is called patience.

Father's hair becomes white 
In the hope that
The son will earn after education, 
Is called patience.


Mother keeps aside all of her
Hopes and aspirations to 
Makes her son wise, intelligent,
Is called patience.



Widow mother goes to old age home 
after son's marriage.
Open window, see  blue sky and green field 
The horizon becomes small to her,
Is called patience.


It's seems to be five o'clock, afternoon
My baby came from the office,
Who give him tea-water, comfort, 
Will prepare him for the next day's battle,
His western cultured wife 
 always busy with herself
my poor baby,
Their ten years old son is on boarding,
Is called patience.

Time is short, work is endless, so
Elections come once in five years,
There is no water in the tap, no food in the ration
There are no jobs for educated people,
There is no respect for the elders,
No social security.
There is only hope, 
and commitment,
 Is called patience.


We live in the hope once we must get
Honest leader for the country,
Doctors for diseases,
Good Teacher for education,
There will be no violence in society,
The difference between rich and poor,
 black and white, struggle  for existence .
will remove, 
Is called patience.

A new sun, without any 
pride and prejudice, without any religious and culture
 will must come to us in a new way.
I sit patiently,
Hoping for that day.
The End

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