The death wish

Many a time, I woke up in mornings That took me home even before brushing my teeth I feel that my supplication last night was not an utter failure And yet, that was not fully granted too! And all I remember is the morning tea, with optimum milk and sugar That never is a total perfection! And the prisoner will be asked about the death wish To surmise, the answer will be, “I yearn for relishing mangoes.” “The mangoes would be available in the local fresh farm, after six months.” They said. The prisoner sufficed, “I do not mind waiting a bit more!.”