The Blue Hole
walking through the blue door,
seen the down and the downfalls.
It’s time for the door to turn red,
alas, life is going to be great.
Curious, i peeped through the hole,
confused, it’s no different at all.
restless i become like the sea,
the beast in me is finally free.
wondering what happiness is like,
started crying like a new born child.
“Why O Why”, yelling at the sky,
“patience, my son” came the reply.
Calmed down the beast, patently unclear,
whose voice it is, distant yet so near.
patiently we wait,
the door opens itself.
Stared the happiness for a while,
it seems almost like a lifetime.
The Beast is now gone,
patience the key, that fits in the hole.
Copyright © Harshit Saxena | Year Posted 2012
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