Waiting for Dawn /Eshita Bhattacharyya / India

Poetry

May 202020

Waiting for Dawn

Outside my window,

I see an empty street holding memories of a busy day.

It silently narrates the tale of what we once

Considered boring or mundane.

The chatter of voices once mingled with greetings and joy,

Are now a distant tune for us to rejoice.

Today, only shadows travel on the roads,

Which were once filled with laughter and life;

Painting us an impression of a familiar once upon a time.

Yesterday was beautiful in its predictable simplicity.

However, today we are forced to face a different story.

And as time and distance melts into one entity;

We stand still and wonder, is this our new reality?

But never do we stop clinging to hope;

Although divided by the circumstance,

We are united by an invisible force.

And soon there will be a tomorrow,

Much like our yesterdays.

There will be a new sunrise,

Just like there is night at the end of each day.

Today will soon convert into yesterday,

And each tomorrow will be a new today;

Our present will turn into a memory,

Some we will hold on forever,

While others will wash away.

The sands of time will continue to flow;

For some the water will be shallow,

while there will be others who would struggle to stay afloat;

But in the end, these troubles are bound to fade away,

Leaving behind only a shadow of yesterday.

Time will continue to do what it does;

Constantly reminding us that there will

Always be a new dawn waiting for us.

Eshita Bhattacharyya

Sridevi Chodagam

May 21, 2020 at 5:13 am

Beautifully written and so apt in these dreadful time of COVID-19.

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