Poem by Sherin Mary Zacharia on the picture prompt given by poet Dr.Santosh Bakaya madam
Waiting is a game endless
Will it? or will it not?
Result still unknown.
Eyes betray, searching unmindful
For the truth that mind wants in real
Most probably it will happen, it may; may not.
The chances are high, looking ahead.
Eyes forget atleast once to blink
Only the limitless clear blue sky above
Below the ground and all the dust
Gathered over the many years.
Like wooden dolls we stand, hearts frozen
Wearing emotions unchanging sans hope.
Do we see a dot growing big, bigger
On the horizon turning rusty, slowly.
One or two stars unable to wait for the moon
Peep out at our colours merge into fading light.
In the twilight the visitor comes nearer
A messenger from Godot
the next day again is to wait and watch.
Nude thoughts, firey eyes
Madness shivers down the spine
Rush to benumb her mind