It’s a Wait

It’s not that anyone dreams of a lacklustre morning Sometimes, dreams do not descend on earth so eagerly They wait for time to be congenial and frequency of friendliness Some mornings disappoint with the greyish tones It’s not exactly melancholic for the heart to despair over it until noon There’s no promise of Sun to appear even then, it’s the mood Days do not lease … Continue reading It’s a Wait