That you almost doze off and start snoring!
You hope so much and wish hard for it to end,
But it seems the clock-needle, an inch wouldn't bend!
Every moment of pain and hurt,
Every second in emotional dirt,
Boredom, illness, struggles and blues,
When will they clear- all the hues?
No matter how you wish the time could freeze!
A walk while drizzles and holding hands,
Time escapes like those grains of sands!
Blood-shed, dead bodies, and riots in those shacks;
While all those sweet dreams with smiling glares,
And just before something good, Oops! Dawn cracks!!
Or is it Hope- the quintessential delusion?
No matter what ways, to hold them you try,
With all their force, Good Times will Fly!!