To Wait Poem by Sabyasachi Sharma

To Wait, cursed are we all,
Kids await their tiffin break call,
Teens await their crush's eyeball,
Youth await an achievement tall.

To wait and not get tired,
Is a quality rarely acquired,
Nightmares of an apparent downfall, or
Dreams of a success windfall,
Keeps my mind entangled all in all.

To wait for something so dear,
Cursed or blessed are we peers,
Cause, our today's pain,
We all shall revere once we gain.