Awaiting an Epiphany


A few words before going through the poem

This poem has been a silent witness to both weal and woe in every human life. That drove the speaker persona to act like a pendulum, oscillating between hope and despair. Hope, you all enjoy the humble poem.


The poem : 'Awaiting an Epiphany'

The sunbeams seem to wane;

Hope becomes too scanty;

Life seems to be a blind lane;

There lingers just van'ty.


I try to catch a straw,

In spite of every dreary dread;

There’s no peace; there’s no law;

Before my demise, I’ve been dead.


The more the days fly away,

The more unknown the faces are;

I sing on my lonesome lay

In the pursuit to be a star.


Sometimes, myself do I console,

“Let this life move on fast.”

There’ll be none for me to condole,

When I do breathe my last.


How uncanny life has been!

The brevity, sometimes, does pain;

Moments of love are left unseen;

Will I never find them again?


Thus, we pine our time away,

Thinking of what’s been lost;

‘Today’ will become ‘yesterday’;

Let the sunbeams light up the frost.


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