Crossed is my finger,
Awaiting the 'Final' day,
I think of enjoying
Which will unfold my mood,
May be sad may be gay.
Presently my future is blinded
Waiting for the Day to strike,
Deciding for me
What my future will be like...
I think of enjoying
My current days in Hand
Still I go through the miseries
Wishing for a Magic Wand
Through the clouded sky,
My moistened eyes I clear,
To Glimpse a Ray of Sunshine,
Promising a happy future near...
I Pray to the Almighty,
without a word loss,
I search between Clouded Sky,
Keeping my fingers Crossed.
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