Wait

a poem by Saroj Kumari

Wait moves with its own wheels weight,
it manages the time to convince,
please wait,
with everyone it has its relation
when increases intolerance on counting minutes of wait,
wait to please,
sorry please wait,
it has no definition,
it is difficult to wait,
once eyes goes to clock only to wait.
The, result of wait is sweet,
it goes, touches the heart, who wait,
who has not to wait, for every thing,
everyone should enjoy wait.