The Wait For A Gift Poem by manamkeri noushad Alam saj

The Wait For A Gift



The seed was buried,
And I was hurried.
To watch the seed grow,
As well as I do.
I watered the plant,
Waiting for it to stand.
I waited for it to sprout,
As the one so stout.
Is the gift so surprise? ,
Or I had to wait long for the prize?
I would wait as long as,
My life would pass.
If the gift was just a blame,
I would wait for it so on...

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