Wait...

The Wait has just began

The wait for the letterbox,

Who wants to give you letters;

The wait of that garden lamp,

Who wants to be illuminated by you.

The wait for that doorbell,

Who wants to ring uninterruptedly;

The wait of that door,

Who wants to open for you.

The wait of the old father,

Who can’t sleep without your nursing;

The wait of the tired mother,

Whose eyes are tired of staring at the door.

The wait of the worried brother,

Who is waiting to irritate you;

The wait of the teen sister,

Who is dying to share her chatter pattern?

The weight of your companion,

Who is waiting to sniff your bags and socks;

The wait for your room door,

Who wants to get a kick by you.

The weight of your doorknob,

Who wants to swivel that DND tag again;

The wait of your doormat,

Who wants to get the dust off your feet.

The wait of that study table,

Who is waiting to get dusted by you;

The wait of those books,

Who is dying to get your soft touch?

The wait for your pen,

Who wants to create great stories again;

The wait of your brush,

Who is dying to put your imaginations?

The wait of that canvas,

Who is dying to get colored by your hands;

The wait of those paints,

Who gave life to your imaginations.

The wait of that bed,

Who is missing your pillow fights;

The wait of that pillow,

Who wants to be your crying companion.

The wait of that bedsheets,

Who is dying to hide you at nights again;

The wait of that window,

Who is dying to show you the world?

The wait for that phone,

Who is dying to share your sweet voice to him;

The wait of those walls,

Who is dying to get your taps while taking?

The wait of your beloved,

Who is dying without you;

Who wants to hold your hands again,

Who wants to kiss you on your forehead;

Who wants to propose to you on his knees,

Who wants to make the promises of togetherness with you;

Who wants to marry you as his better half,

Who wants to make love to you;

But You made all of them await…

You led everything a pause

Yes, you were a Daughter of those old parents,

Yes, you were a Sister of that brother;

Yes, you were the Elder Sister to your sister,

Yes you were more than its Life, your dog

Yes, you were the Love of someone’s life,

None but the world made You wait.

Those tormenting eyes have put you on a wait,

Those assaulting hands have put you on a wait;

The thoughts of that defiling society have put you on a wait,

The poking words of that society have put you on a wait.

But You can’t wait anymore!

You have to return, to that wait

You have to rule, on that wait

You have to prove to that wait,

You have to reprisal from that wait;

You have to design from that wait,

You have to build an emblem from that wait

You have to return!

You have to return!!

You have to return!!!