It is a wait
not of hours
but of years
patience is lost
tolerance is lost
yet the wait continues
with no resolution
a feel of depression
persists for long
a thought of rebellion
overwhelms in between
an overthrow is possible
restrained by decorum
blame it on the destiny
and move away in turn
forget the inheritance
being enjoyed wantonly
being associated with deliberately
with a few picked ones
let them prosper
at the expense of the deprived.
God be with them!
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