Dusky cold early morning
Could hear the sound of drizzling on the windowpane
While falling into deep sleep tried all night long
Something whispered into my ear in deep husky vocal
That you are going to make it soon just a few steps more and I’ll be there
With bated breathe I abruptly opened my eyes and could see nothing in dim yellow street light coming through the transparent window glass
Then I get back normal and realized that
It was My Time waiting for me across this Time!
Copyright © URVASHI GOSWAMI | Year Posted 2019
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