The Art of Patience
In the desolate wasteland of deprivation
Traversed listlessly by my indigent life
I tried so very hard for so long
To smoothen the angularities of our bond.
Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation
Sucked into the abyss of despondent neglect
I searched in vain for the path to your heart
The feeling of dismal denial made me run away.
But had I cultivated the art of patience and stayed on
I would have seen the butterfly of yearning return
Flitting in the changed time on its dreaming wings
In my sensuous sky with the lattice of your charisma.
With the whispering wind it would have created the music
Harmonized with the rhythm of my heart
Where longing would have danced with ripples of rhapsody
Roll between you and me to entwine us forever.
Consecrating the renascent craving called love
You would have weaved the design of desire
On the tapestry of heavenly togetherness
That would have stayed unfurled till the end of time.
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October 31, 2022
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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