Awaiting her arrival
we would sit with our fingers crossed.
Enthusiasm and impatience
would conquer us until her arrival.
Nowadays she often keeps no punctuality
still we are fairly certain that
one day like a pleasant surprise
she would appear before us in all her glory
driving us happy and cheerful.
Her arrivals are always
celebration times for us and
we sing and dance
along the streets and indulge
in merry-making.
We would look around each day
and enjoy the colourful pictures
she paints on the wider canvass called our land.
We would often pray to her not to leave us ever
and be with us
making our life hilarious and exhilarating.
Like her unpleasant
arrivals violating punctuality
her departures too are unexpected
driving us sad and desperate.
From the very day she leaves us
we would sit with our fingers crossed
for her next arrival.
Between hope and despair
the pendulum keeps on vacillating
from left to right and right to left non-stop
pendulum always
keeps on moving non-stop.
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