The Waiting Hands

The Waiting Hands

The Petals showered

When they said “Yes”

And the ceremonies

Came to an end

They both sat

As elders hailed

Their blessings

And good wishes

Amongst these cacophony

Of laughter and grin

Their hands waited

With reticent zest

Amongst the petals

But at a distance

Just like dew drops

On the leafs’ edges

They both waited

For their time to come

But who’ll move first

They wondered

And among the cacophony

Of laughter and grin

Of shared jokes

And leg pulling

Their hands waited

With reticent zest

For a moment

Etched forever.

© Tarun Mitra