ILA Magazine
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Wait for the Unsung Song
The wait is long, I know
but I'll still wait, never let go...
Till my heart beats
Till the realms exist
Till the speck of life survives
I will wait for thee.
Like the night waits unhurriedly for its silver disc...
Like the barren leaves wait for the spring song...
Like the rivulets yearn for the summer
rains to replenish their arid souls...
Like the sky waits for the gold to brighten its dreary nooks...
Like the green blades crave the kiss of the molten heaven...
Like the dark woods relish the meandering
trail of the ephemeral fireflies...
Like the faded luminaries merge to birth new dreams...
Like the sands wait to sleep in the oysters bosom...
Like the wilted blooms recite the old tales to the new buds...
I will for thee, until eternity...
I know, the wait is long but
I will still wait, never let go...
Till my heart beats
Till the realms exist
Till the speck of life survives
I will wait for thee.
© Sonali Ray