Cloned / Ammara Nazir

Wait.

Alvira Tyagi

wait for the days to come and go

when the rays cross

the breezy wisps across the sky

the moon murmuring in the night

wait.

life,

it’s almost a carousel

spinning, spinning, spinning

until it comes to

a grinding

halt.

wait.

wait for your youth to pass

let the innocence sting like a bee

the memories left behind

tick-tock, tick-tock

wait.

wait for the months to pass

the years to leave

        the decades to come

        the centuries to remain

time will pass

leave a Mark behind you.

• Category: Poetry