In Waiting

If trust is alien in those eyes that stare inanely

Suspicion is stronger in the spirit owing last dues

Frankly, the sentiments hidden surge ahead

In daylight, there is an essence of undeniable gloom

Praying for little conscience to seek past negligence

For pure love is not the answer anymore

Questions undergo sinister metamorphosis

Hold closer the soul and protect the heart and mind

From the endless wait, before truth can echo

Do not desert faith in times of adversity

O’ blessed day, you cannot be hiding for long

~Amitav