A Way Out
I am languishing in the today that is not of my choice;
by Ravinder Kumar Soni
I am made to wait for the dawn of a new bright day
That will certainly rise only to remind me of this day spent
Not learning the lessons that make up my past,
The past made up of yesterdays that can never return.
Sitting at the edge of the fluid freely flowing time
I am left to dip in its depth my right-hand forefinger
And without raising any ripples on its surface
Try to trace
Impermanent patterns that I alone can read
No meaning derived can be ignored
The future holds new meanings and a firm resort
And therefore, by itself validates my wait.