Mystery of a Miracle

The world is like a piece of a puzzle

The mystery of a Miracle

Lies some where in the right part of our vision

Why is that we cry?

Just to feel relieved;

When our hearts over load....

Or to express one self more,

With extra emotions?

Miracles happen all the time,

When a cloud takes shape

And when stars align...

Even when a tree grows blossoms,

And when earth cries-rain...

Mysteries we tend to solve;

Why not solve our longing

For the solving?

Rather than hunt for an anomalous

Critter that is perhaps perfect alone...

Alone we never want to be left,

Why?we came here alone...

So is that a mystery that time

Never delays..?No matter how

Much we hope and pray for "that" miracle....

                               Hafsah Jahangir