The Waiting Game

We wait

We have become experts 

In playing the waiting game

We wait for someone to come

And miraculously rid us of

All our problems

Apocalypse and rapture

We wait

To be lifted to heaven

Eons ago perhaps 

On a languorous slumber 

Someone found a solution

 To a non existent issue

Since then

We wait

To be taken care of

Passing responsibility

For our survival

To next generations

As we merrily breed

Our species to extinction

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

9 thoughts on “The Waiting Game”

    1. I had once read a story by Ray Bradbury long ago where the world became so overpopulated that people had to take turn to sleep on a bed. Still gives me nightmare to think about it.
      I hope we can take corrective actions in our generation instead of pushing all issues to next generation.

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