'Shor'

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!!