Little human in me


I am little human
You have bestowed with the best
Nothing less and everything more
Than what might one expect
I urge to witness miracle
At every passing disaster
And yet you marvelously
Triumph me in rather unimaginable
I wonder what a mess I am
And then wonder
What you have given must have a
Reason of its being
Here I am waiting to get
Everything unveiled
Eagerly and patiently
Tossing and turning over nights
Thinking now is the time
Yet your timing seems obvious
But waiting for my wishes
Take me sometimes to restlessness
And to the obvious hopelessness
At same time I assure you
I have occasions when I grasp
The hope with firm belief
As if I have been born out of it
And I transform my wishes
Into something that is already mine