They wait uselessly
Written by Abel Johnson Thundil
They tie badminton nets tight enough,
Claim the wind doesn’t blow,
And blame themselves.
They sail the seas in the same ship
Until its bottom rots out
And blame the wood.
They see that fire leads the way
And wait for light alone to exist.
But the fire will burn out
And the light will go out with it.
But they wait uselessly
Like roots in the desert,
Like a bright bulb in an empty room,
Like the boy in a relationship expecting complement.
And while they wait
They tie their nets tighter,
They keep sailing in the same ship