The Innocence of Waiting..
How many days and nights,
I have stood on a leg,
On the brim of your thought,
To knock the tightly closed,
Door with a smack and a smile,
Saying all those wise tenets,
In repeat, thinking that I am,
Neglected and stranded in the cold,
Without knowing all my sufferings,
Are being watched, heard and enjoyed,
Using simply treacherous spy ware,
In between the shadow of your heart and myself,
I am standing on one of my legs,
While the other leg takes the rest,
Not knowing of your wickedness,
Wasted is my effort and innocence.
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