The weight of my waiting for you
sits heavily on my Love's shoulders
like the burden on the shoulders so tender
of an innocent child labour
who can never put it down
and carries forward the tradition
to the destination unknown.
Like the grass compressed under a boulder
my Hope struggles to grow and prosper,
in spite of being deprived of light and air,
it keeps growing sans care
fighting bravely for sunshine,
life and happiness.
Now my Love can run miles and miles
like a camel with his burden
on the hot sand of life,
the weight of my waiting seems as light as a feather,
like the goods in the goods train
that runs on the track of life
till it reaches its destination,
my unfailing love being the most energetic and efficient engine.
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