Impatient to be patient
Spending days as a patient
So many joys lost
In a moment of being an impatient
So many sweet sorrows
Trespass torrent of tomorrows
But we don't realize
It's time we borrow
So impatient to get there
When getting there is a dare
Still we dress despair as hope
And hope as despair
So many treats lost to taste
They've been laid to waste
By a gush of a rush
The makes use of putty and paste
When poor or sick or averse
Impatient to the extent of perverse
When otherwise endowed
A thought never enters to the reverse
Till someone loses a chute
Then failsafe second chute
To watch life goes by
As if he is meant to be an offshoot
Just one little tick snaps
We're impatient to set the traps
So we can trap time
While we're in time's laid traps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem