Wait Not!

by Pradeep Dhavakumar

Wait not, My friend.
Nothing comes back.
Things of the past,
Lay on dead track.

Hope that you have,
Is a self made knife.
That sharpens with time,
And will only cause strife.

Those who had waited,
Have only lost time.
While others who moved,
Are enjoying the chime.

Move on, My friend,
Build another smile.
Friends around you,
Want you in style.

You are strong, my friend,
I see it in your eyes.
So call your tribulations,
And quash them like flies.

29-May-2005

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