When you don’t want things eventually,
It becomes a dilemma to snatch it soon.
In the hurry of getting your desire,
You outset burning coming to be the fire.
In the forest burning trees nourishing us with oxygen,
You couldn’t wait for the adequate time to come.
Waiting isn’t perilous, it’s pleasure,
Sentiment before the outcome is fascinating,
You can’t dawdle after the blessings are given.
Eventually will the reward be granted,
Sooner it won’t give you the satisfaction, you were thirsting.
Let the span to your craving arrive,
Pleasure is bestowed to the one thriving.