You love the sunny weather, but the heat is too strong
yet you can’t complain – at least, the rain has stopped
browning leaves have retained colour
and moisture kisses the ground
as you wait for your prayers to be answered
chained by the fear that they won’t…
You fight against the barricades that restrain –
to leap forward and make the run
clinging to the long harboured desire to see the roses
that bloom on the other side of home,
and you wait for your prayers to be answered
as precious beads fall, tired, one by one…
You reach out to touch the roses
the thorny guards, they cut, they burn
you brave the pain and go on undaunted
it’s what you need, it’s what you want
and that’s what you’ve prayed for, and what you wait for
yet thoughts of disappointment do your heart haunt…
Days and months and years have passed in wait,
for the prayers to be answered,
but hey, you say, what’s one more day? – I still have the strength, I’m not tired.
This spirit must be made of severe stuff, to not give up when everything else does,
the body, the mind, even the heart sometimes,
having dreamt dreams that reality always turns to dust.
So many live happily, you think, so many never have to face the war
So many live perfect lives, yet none of it does matter
Prayers thrive not in wait but Hope, and therein lies their answer.
All you need to do is realise, all you need to do is remember,
– In life, not everyone,
finds something worth fighting for...
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg