A reverie.

A life so hard, a life so tough
whenever I say this to god, he asks me to trust.
But what he fails to understand that I'm a normal being
who may not be as patient as he is but has her own follies indeed.
Who doesn't even know the significance of her being alive but craves to do something which could bring her to limelight.
Whenever she sits idle, often a thought crosses her mind. When would that moment come which would make her feel ecstatic with pride?
Often has she enjoyed herself in that reverie bur seldom has she tasted it in real.
"How does it feel to get something which one truly desires for?" she asks herself.
Listening to these words, a part of her takes her to the world of woolgathering where she fancies herself to be surrounded by her loved ones, all feeling happy for her.
She sees a smile of gaity on everone's face and believes that life could not be as good as this of today.
Suddenly a doorbell recalls her to reality and soon again a shadow of gloominess sets upon her.
She flutters like an infant bird to get back to her dream, but a voice within awakens her not to DAYDREAM.



(I'd made this attempt [to write a prose] a long time back but never thought to post it. I don't know what makes me do it today.)