The Wait

What’s pride, but reflections deflected from distracted eyes

In such transient glory, there is less than handful time to waste

All those woven vanities drape the body in scintillating gown

Rarely they stay for long and dragged by the greedy hands

Glory of acquaintances fade away from the eyes

Wait for acceptance from the soul, to cradle each word into eternity

~Amitav

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2 thoughts on “The Wait

  1. Yay! Pride bloweth one up like a pufferfish waiting for that inevitable pin prick. Whoosh! The euphoria is over.
    Now, the acceptance of the soul, that is something to hold on to.

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