A dusty storm is approaching.
I can’t see anything ahead properly,
my eyes are getting closed-
the dust has penetrated into my eyes.
As I’m unable to see you,
I’m unsure about your appearance-
it may be good, in my favor
or bad- totally extinguishing the flame of my hope.

I dream,
I hope,
I work
and I struggle
to see your ever smiling face and blessing hands.
My progress will satisfy you,
bring you in my favor.
Your child- the luck-
will escort me towards success.
The life giving rain water will quench forever
the dryness of the dusty storm;
the glossy sunlight will quench forever
its dullness too.