There’s a storm in the waves Who is struggling to find the
shores, hit hard and then calm down,
It’s a storm I’m quite familiar with now, It’s a ‘Shor’ that’ll
not let me sleep nor sit down!
Was it wrong to dream of something so pure, was it not sane
to let it grow,
There’s a fight between the mind and the heart, who wins and
not, I’m really not sure!
I look around and the mind says there’s nothing magical
planned yet for me,
Whatever the heart tells you, is a fantasy, a myth to be
embellished in the ink only !
The time is giving up hopes now, on the demands to be heard of,
I tremble yet again
as Dady’s little gal is yet to grow big, a little, just a little more!!
