Khaleelulla syed.A - Patience

Stuck to wall,
Unaware of surroundings.
Stretching its legs,
To the extent.
Motionless, noiseless,
Is it alive? or dead.

Oh! those Mahabali legs,
Thin, thin as hairs.
Eyes, not seen
Yet, can see the unseen.
Is it breathing?
Hope so.

I waited, waited and waited
Till my patience taunted and questioned.
Is it Alive?
Looked not so,
Yet, it is so.

It was its tolerance,
It was its patience,
Oh! Thy what a creation.
A creation to amuse of,
Yes, I bow!

Get me and shatter me,
Let me have that tolerance,
That silence.
To be bridged with you,
To be isolated with this wasteland,
With this mundane life.

Beta! yes my Lord,
I am here.

Khaleelulla syed.A

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