I Sit And Wait For Her

I sit and wait,
On that hill top,
Importuning every gust of wind,
For an answer to that same question,
To sustain hope within.

Each day I sit and wait,
The ground shaped by my posterior.
Looking bluntly at that same wind,
Waiting to ask and to ask it again,
To ease my patient soul’s pain.

When will she come?
She who will ease my wait?
I sit and wait,
With that longing hope,
The same that has kept me alive.

She who walks with beauty and sagacity,
That from that insalubrious hill she will rescue me,
That she will calm my inquietude soul,
That she will that rebarbative question answer,
That she will that hope renew, make whole.

Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2007

by Christian Eliab Ratnam

Comments (11)

I realized this poem thank for sharing this poem
I never knew the worth of him Until he died. It is sad to know that the value of a person is sometimes appreciated when he is gone.
This poem is lean and powerful to any of us who have struggled with envy. To value the one he, in retrospect, could call friend indicates growth. But of course it would been better if he would have appreciated him in life. It took me a while to embrace the biblical encouragement to consider others better than ourselves. Besides the fact that there always are people better than us, how we need others to see ourselves. -GK
Regret usually comes after someone's death, as we can read here in this brevity of a poem. BUT E.A.R. can write lengthy, very lengthy poems, like AVON´s HARVEST, consists 8.898 words, you would not believe that. Just look that up here on PH. This Poem is correctly chosen as TCPOTD (The Classic Poem Of The Day) . I like his poems very much, his poem has a tint of ironic tune, but so subtile and smartly rendered. Love it!
the sad in this poem is he didn`t knew the worth of him until he died.
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