The Wait For An Omen Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

The Wait For An Omen



He did not write again
On the blue sky
The way my story would end,
How and when I would die.
He did not want the rainclouds,
To wash it away in a mocking way
Or be swept by the wind,
He did not want me
To know my end,
He did not bring me to die.
But I know
All stories do end,
So would mine one day.
Only I have to wait
It will not surprise me.

Thursday, December 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: thought
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