Waiting
Raindrops on the window,
Knocks from another world.
Voices from within
Pleading to be heard.
Drizzles, moistening
The days and nights,
The already moist sky,
The moist earth,
And in between
The moist heart.
Sleepless nights,
Funless day.
Waiting for something
To turn up, though they say.
It is here.
Already.
Copyright © Swarup Mohalik | Year Posted 2019
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