Poem- The Poetry of Waiting
- abhinay renny
- Jan 29
- 1 min read
The poetry of waiting
I'm waiting for myself
to pick up all that I have
left
when I ran across the streets
playing
under the moonlight
the innocence
the childhood
the blue marbles
the reduced cycle
the box of cake
baked during Christmas
I'm waiting for myself
to pick up the blue
stumper ball
to pick up the self who
stood out for not being able to play
to pick up the self
who told to see the
world through right and wrong
red and blue
sun and the moon
I'm waiting for myself
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