8:50 p.m.-4 June-99

Neither it was a desert

Nor the sun was up in the sky

But still that day

Or rather that night

I saw a mirage

My throat was dry

Not for I had run

But for I had cried

Cried ‘coz I knew

That what I saw was just a mirage

Miracles happen everyday

Day and night I hear them say

If it’s so…o God

Can not one wish of mine come true?