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Waiting For Tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow, wherever tomorrow will be
Looking for light's glimmer and no misery
Asking for nothing; prayers and answers will come
To my doorstep when I need to become
What I need to become.
Ego and my destiny do not permit me
To become a being: to become while being
I am my body's home, I am alone
A shrine, a rhyme, a time.
I will wait for tomorrow, in silent patience
Which has nothing of penitance; it comes
From being a being of irrelevance: pages
Will not be written on my life. If and now
I am worthy, I am bound to my society and family.
My children will thus speak of me, maybe.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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