Waiting
My thoughts are now
Waiting. Small things are
Recalled , and stored
In raindrops and wind blowing.
My vegetable dreams
Usher monsoon of hope
When one comes to the end of things.
I sat with my daughter who kept talking
about magic of land
I wait
Till the door is opened
I’m a visitor here
I’ve come to wait
For life divine.
Now I don’t look for a by-pass everywhere.
It’s straight from my heart.
I just wait to take the path, at times I ride on time.
I wait as I don’t find the way to return.
Will someone supply me the key?
Who can unlock the past?
Who is not haunted by rain?
Who will wait
To plant saplings of my choice
And wait for fruits
Red and juicy?
We wait for the rain to be over.
When windows are wide open
Fresh thoughts flood.
Old castles live with memories
Of ancient ghosts chanting.
Finally, we leave the station.
Quantum computing goes unclear.
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