Poetry thoughts wait

The Wait Unsure

It cannot be termed new

these are  there for  years few

it is not a bolt from the blue

it comes and goes like the dew

a few months here I knew

other days away I knew

this alibi is there for in lieu

of my original which flew

I  have every cause to rue

think of the comforts  I enjoyed now overdue

recently going through an ordeal true

a bit of the sample taken as  a waitcue

makes me awry and robs my hue

I hover  for what I am not sure

perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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