Transition

 

One day, the chants of joy 

that once escaped from vocal cords.

Would be lesser than mere whispers,

In this life's hurdles and lots.


We patiently await the moment,

with careful impatience.

When stimulus and empathy 

bear resemblance to us no more.


Of that very time, 

where gravity shall bear us no grudge.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Book Review -Humility-Defined and Made Practical

ADZE - Book Review

Rediscovery