Poem: The True Wish

The quietness of solitude. The comfort of the distance. The peace in the silence. Yet…there is a true wish.

Poem: THE TRUE WISH

If there is a purpose in life
It is about being the have not
A sense of purpose in life
The thirsty earth looks up to the skies
The wanton silence that we hold onto
When words can be spoken
The distance that comes between
When closeness is an option
The solitude that we embrace
When we could just be together —
Yet, there is a pleasure in the pain
From —
The imagination or the memories
Wearing –
The wry smile and the deep sighs
Of just waiting and wanting
The parched earth waiting forever
Is the making of the desert?
The little grains of sand
Truly are dried teardrops
For the rains never came
Perhaps, the true wish was that
The wait shall last forever.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024

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