Waiting waiting and waiting,

Then rapturing and dispiriting,

But the juncture is not impending,

Couldn’t deem what’s itinerating.

Waiting time is so lingering and,

Aweary from a long waiting,

Sometimes presume to give up,

But stopped for good happening,

I delude to perceive the delectation,

By desperately ogle into the future,

Longed for new beginning and,

Quested for an absolute delight,

I concede waiting can not make anything,

Live in the present and expect nothing,

You may not get what you are desiring but,

Appreciate all that you are having,

Every second is fleeting in this waiting,

That can never pin down again in string,

All you need a sprit that celebrating and,

Everything will become so happening.

 – Kriti @Brightway

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