The Unending Wait…

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Dusk paints the horizon with amethyst hues

 chirpy birds flock back to their nests.

In anticipation, I scamper to the fields

to peer across the setting sun,

drenched in impassioned hope

 to see my father’s silhouette walking back,

from the war.

 I dream of him all the time

 lifting me up, in his strong arms,

tickle my funny bone,

regale me with his stories of valor.

But like every other evening, I walk back alone,

distraught.

 I imprison my tears beneath the disguise of fortitude,

so that my defeated eyes never let them out.

People say I am the daughter of a brave soldier!

Sadje’s WDYS #116

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57 thoughts on “The Unending Wait…”

  1. People say I am the daughter of a brave soldier – oh so heartbreaking this poem is and how you ended it in perfect rhyme and rhythm. It was unexpected and you brought out the innocence and the endearing resilience so beautifully.

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  2. “I imprison my tears beneath the disguise of fortitude,
    so that my defeated eyes never let them out.
    People say I am the daughter of a brave soldier!”

    These lines are just 💔. So relatable and heart-breaking! Such a profound and beautiful poem Radhika!🌸

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