When the endless waiting chews slowly
When the final is over, yet the result is like the waiting list of a train, meandering far.
Throbbing with hopes and despair,the dilemma hangs on the time.the foetus is safe within the womb and the dead is kept within the vault, both the places are immune to light.
Yet the child is divine, and the dead don't mind. Life tracks the beat - pounding heart beats and quivering lips.
Life hinges on engulfing waiting.
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