Relief.
It comes unbeckoned to none.
Begged for, waited for, tantalized,
And yet dalaying till ‘The Time’ comes.
Peace, tranquility- its synonyms,
Are further away.
I thirst to reach there.
In the rush and flow of life,
I have often missed its shores.
But once I do want to reach there.
I wish ‘The Time’ would come sooner.
The longing grows, and grows,
And grows, and grows, and…
2 comments:
Good poem...may the longing be fulfilled...
hope so here too, not only for myself but also for all those who have any longing...
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