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
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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.
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It can sound awfully sad if in the life only we have hope.
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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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i’ll be waiting
for the punchline
even after
i’m gone 🙂
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😂😂😂Thanks for reading
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oh, the never ending wait – beautifully put
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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Reblogged this on Vijayagiri views.
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Thank you so much for the reblog.
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