The poem asks if life is worth waiting for the moment of silence. The poem asks if life is worth waiting for the moment of silence.

But later I realized This is the road But later I realized This is the road

For which I was waiting for years, The voice much needed by my ears. For which I was waiting for years, The voice much needed by my ears.

Rise and get ready, The meadow is waiting for 'Us'. Rise and get ready, The meadow is waiting for 'Us'.

Waiting cluelessly creates fear of losing Waiting cluelessly creates fear of losing

I was waiting All through the torment I was waiting All through the torment