Echoes of Expectation

By Anwesh Sharma

Drastic shift of blowing water,

And the drop of air in it,

Something lustful and a listless figure,

Is what rusts my inner core might.

Expectation of being accepted as an exception,

A common desire to be unique,

Is what crushes my private aspect,

To beg for something bleak, public.

Waiting for shadow is not an issue,

Wanting the shadow is, always is,

Morning motivation is not a matter ,

Tackling between meditation for competition is.

By Anwesh Sharma