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The Long Wait
by mazHur
the marvels of modern science
are no solace for the heart;
cities are like jungles of traffic,
shops laden with treasures;
days are days but nights
too glisten like days
illuminated by electrical savers and neons;
But I stand holding my umbrella
in this hustle bustle of life,
nay, overly scattered life,
alone, amazed at the ambiance
thinking whether I should move ahead
Or retract as he, my love,
seems to have been stuck
in some traffic jam somewhere;
or forgotten, no, impossible,
or having time with another date,
Oh, no, that's unbelievable!
Waiting is a roguish exercise
breeds apprehensions and suspicion,
weakens the ties of love and friendship;
Be it so or whatever, I shall wait
until my Kamikaze comes;
trifle is all this hustle bustle
without him- my heart, my love;
Let Ginza sparkle with all its beauty
Waiting for my love is now my duty!
Sayonara to all who read my poem,
I end it with a gesture of goodwill
for all of you, where ever you are;
please pray for my love to be here
before the shadows of night overtake
the naked sun and the mild drizzle
transforms into heavy rain
and melts down all my dreams!
My way I wish to thank all of ya,
Ary gaato guzai mashta!!:)
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