Pain is like fragrance in a bottle of perfume. With time the fragrance vanishes and the only the water remains likewise with time the pain of an incident extinguishes and only the memory remains.

A Wait

As I was leaving, she said to me

‘I will wait for you, I will keep waiting for you’

Her life was spent in quiet anticipation

Of which wait played a major part

I said to her, ‘Isn’t everyone waiting?’

The autumn for the tress to shed

The bird for the moor to break

For mortals their death

Aren't we all waiting to discover the truth of life

And some to earn money and become wise

Aren't we all in search of something?

Aren't we all waiting for something?