Saturday, 15 March 2014

The Waiting Game

A Holding Pattern

I’m in a holding pattern
Can’t move forth cause I’m holding on
Wishing for a happy ending
Hoping for this phenomenon.

I hold my breath as I wait and wonder
As I watch with baited breath
For that day of peace, serenity
Engaging harmony in silhouette.

Should we ever know the pleasure
Of a loving peaceful world
All its peoples, all its problems
All in unity and wisdom swirled.

But alas, the dream seems futile
As we strive to just maintain
A semblance of a truce untethered
By ideologies held in disdain!

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