Waiting
(Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.)
So many stories read
Pages opened
Words unfurled
Through the day gone by
As I walk back home slowly
One night in London.
There are still a lot of stories to read
Many characters to meet…
‘Therefore, pick me up!’ shouted the daily
Desperately, as I walk past
‘Hey! I was flung down unread. Unloved.
Take me home. Read what I have to say!’
I decline politely
‘I’m tired and I’ll prefer to sleep.
You are unimaginative and predictable.’
I stopped to click
The frantically waving newspaper
And whispered, ‘Wait some more.
Wait until your reader comes by.’
No one and nothing
Waits forever.
And yet we’re forever waiting.
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Waiting_the newspaper poem
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Arvind Passey
29 July 2017
(This poem was written on 26 July 2017)
2 comments
Sonia says:
Jul 31, 2017
I liked “The confused goats of Palampur -Three” the most as it asks all those familiar questions that gently breeze through our minds when time stands still in the tranquil embrace of nature. N I loved this poem “Waiting” and the picture that you’ve clicked, that goes so perfectly with it. Something so haunting about the poem and the pic…
Arvind Passey says:
Aug 20, 2017
Thanks, Sonia. Will be uploading another poem tonight. Hope you read and comment on it as well.