Late

Just another insignificant day,

She was waiting for her junior to get back home,

The school bus was late by an hour or so,

But the wait was long enough to trouble the soul.

His arrival was like a dream come true,

Imagine what our mind can make us feel and do;

The day was turning into night,

Junior was put to bed;

His dad was not home yet.

It was two hours past the usual time.

And perhaps it was the plot of the devil against the fearful little heart;

Time was getting heavier with every tick of the clock,

There were terrible thoughts while eyes were on the window.

“I have only learnt to wait all my life”

Still waiting.. her eyes chose to sleep.

What happens after she wakes up..

Or does she, at all, ever wake up?

~Sanjana S. Laddha


What happens after we all wake up from a bad dream, a hard time or an everlasting wait? Are you willing to start again?

Because it’s never too late.

Sanjana S. Laddha

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