Passing by sleeplessness nights,
and days hay while;
once a while,
Nothing newly at sight.

Gushing me still,
everyday and nights;
waiting for a magic,
turning true to my sight.

Keeping patience, legacy radiates.
Since childhood it's taught, still can't wait.

Stepped to the mirror,
i stood and wait.
Flies in my tummy,
asked for a great.

Stepping out a while,
something weird happens.
Myself on a mirror,
urges to stand a while.

"I have treasure.
If I have, you also have.
Me and you, both are the same.
If I know, then why you acclaim?

Strange that few remembers.
Only unknowingly you crave.
Those who forgets, also wants.
A feeling that cherishes day.
Is nothing but live a way,
I love myself and this love will forever stay!

This endless treasure of happiness, you hold.
Life is momentous.
Holy presence of soul, as a river to flow.
Jog mind and heart, loving you is gratitude to fold."

Magic happened. Mirror says.
Destiny apart.
I shook for the purpose,
life is an adoring part.
A day of God,
perhap my prayers answered.
I love myself, divinity murmured!


~ Divya Nikhil Mishra


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