i understand fully well
what is this agony of waiting
i'd been there
six months, and some false alarms
there were rumors
and bad news
i waited for the good news
it did not come
what arrived was something unbearable
father hid the knife
and mother asked me to listen to her
i know the agony of waiting
i know the pain of arrivals (and departures too)
i was once there
and no amount of comfort was enough
neither balm nor herb
neither drug nor injection
no amount of psychiatric treatment did cure
yet i survive
i am still here with you
silent and strong
it is our agony
and we understand.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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