Waiting
People say waiting typifies your love
But for what cost it means to sacrifice
Lost in devotion, I was just a dove
Emotions I felt can’t be imprecised
Every second felt like eternity
Couldn’t trust one in the desolation
Was not worthy of some fraternity
Could not match in today’s actuation
Waiting is not just being isolate
From the surroundings but to be from you
Bearing things when people alienate
You and leave behind without any clue
Some waits end in joy some in love itself
That’s the hard truth most fear to say themself.
Copyright © sisira chowdavarapu | Year Posted 2025
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