Waiting short poem

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Making promises is his habit
Violating is his nature
Traits make one like him
Why then the feelings capture.

Recoiling of impatient intestines
Swings of heart, jumps of spirits
Chest throbbing with impatience
Is the specific poser that hurts?
For one easy is to attach
Maintaining it equally tough,
Is it the reason that the lover
Is labelled killer rough!

What and where heart is?
Heartless knows not.
Blossoms among thorns
Scenic beauty knows not.

Not necessary the clouds
Bring refreshing waters
Clouds sailing along winds
Sweet of water knows not.

Agree deserts have their
Eye catching cool beauty
But the grandeur of greenery
The wilderness knows not.

Who says solitude is killing?
Pleasures everyone knows not.
Who never dived into it
Its ecstatic touch knows not.

The stressed is ever restless
Coolness he knows not,
Distressed whoever is
Captivating senses knows not.

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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The beauty of solitude…awesome writing!



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