My waiting for Godot???

I plunged into

the miasma

on November third

a few days later

had not thought

but got hit by

November fifth

yester morn

how could I have

forgotten my dad's

day of death 

and my uncle's  ditto

on the third -

an my mom's demise

as well on the fifth

years later -

a long time ago

and here I was

waiting for a shift

in rescuing democracy

wish it to come sooner

or it may not

so I am waiting like

Vlad and Estrag

for a result that

will come - process

questioned when

it should not be

inquiring neither

should my parents'

deaths on the same day

twenty eight years apart

the strange way of

when my mother's

last days were odd and

I knew that she might

die on the same dawn

into dark at the same hour,

my dad did not wait

for Godot to arrive

like this old drama

flipping the odds that

one day I might

die on this weird 

Gunpowder Plot date

to another lightening

morning awaits democracy

or demise thereof 

it gives me hope 

the election and death

of equality and darkness

intervals of doubt 

or clapping the hands

waving away the crucial

wait for Godot 

and we all do it.....