About to come

One fine day in rainy season

A young girl looks at lily blossoms

Wondering her second hand’s moving quickly

Forgetting she’s been there and sitting quietly

She longs for a miracle

Not many but a little

That can save her from the battle

 She’s been waiting for ages

Seems like she’s trapped in cages

Another morn she wakes up with no proud

Just staring at the moving cloud

Mourning and thinking out loud

Oh wait, Girl

The miracle is about to come

Not once but some

Then you don’t need to be worried

For all your burdens will be buried

She knows she won’t go foremost

That’s why she keeps her fingers crossed

Prays for something she has lost

Wishes things do not get worse

Oh, smile dear

Don’t you see the time is near?

Now you’ll have no more fear

 December, 29 2017