Everybody Waits for a Miracle
Twisting desires and complexities of life
We struggle everyday with the confused mind
Sitting in the dark, the room so lone
We drink for few mind gobbling skills yet to hone
Everybody waits for a miracle
Some to fix the broken arm and some the broken ankle
But nothing appears out of the dark
Only a dark shadow holding on to an endless dark power
Yet who cares about the confused mind
After all we get some free juicy advice
Miracle might seem real but it might be a myth
It’s the question to be asked moreover an answer that would fit
Yet everybody waits for a miracle
And with a hope we live in a fiddle
© Akhand Singh, 2014 © An Empty Glass, 2014
Akhand Singh 
Hey Akhand,
loved this poem esp. the lines:
“Miracle might seem real but it might be a myth
It’s the question to be asked moreover an answer that would fit”
I was going thru ur blog, you do a great job here…:)
Thanks Molly 😉 i am glad you like it.