My mother, my world !
At the terminus of the stars, where horoscope is settled The dullards with the apron of nemesis by their sides. The pundits with challenges stationed on their ways. Akimbo, the paupers stand with poverty attached to their hemstitch. Aside seated the well-offs Awaiting the next available vehicles faring to the mysterious world. ‘We’ve waited for so long Longed daily to see the light of a new dawn on earth. Be it luck or doom, we’re ready for its aftermath’. But behold, who’s this as tall as young palm tree beckoning to me?