What about this shakara that women do?
Putting suitors in a state of limbo
Like a movie that holds the audience attention.
I toss!
Turning on all sides through the night
With no wink of sleep
Waiting for the one that never comes.
When will the wait be over, my lady?
Time is ticking,
Day after day,
Beauty will fade like the sun flower at the river bank.
This wait!
Such an endless wait,
Wearies my soul.
Days passed into weeks,
Weeks into months,
Months into years,
With great uncertainty of your coming.
As our time flies like an arrow
But you are still unsure of the road not taken
My lady!
Let's seize the moment.
Be certain of your journey,
And rest my soul.
©femiige
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