By Swati Mishra
I waited wretchedly;
Like desolated castaways,
wait for the rescue ship.
I waited wistfully;
Like the kins of deceased,
wait till the ashes burn to the bits.
I waited longingly;
Like destitute poor,
wait for the mercy of rich.
I waited wondrously;
Like exhausted beautiful mothers,
wait till the new-borns don't screech.
I waited hopefully;
Like specially abled ones,
wait for medical miracles to greet.
I waited routinely;
Like the nocturnals wait,
till dusk for the daylight to cease.
I waited impatiently;
Like the little toddlers,
wait when the people around don't pay heed.
I waited patiently;
Like the soldiers' families
wait for their loving letters to reach.
I waited, well irritatingly;
Like the hopeless in me,
waits for the door of hope to creak.
I waited, hopefully,
Like believers do,
for the stars of destiny to peak.