We wish for it,
We will try to make it happen,
But it never was.
When we wait for it,
It comes as a little pretty parrot, flowing into the house,
Happiness and love bloom in our hearts.
A tear rolls down to hit the cheek,
To say it is real,
We shout it out loud to our dear ones,
Affirming that the wait is over.
The celebrations don’t last long,
Again we search for a new one,
Waiting for the hot sun in the cold winter,
Expecting new to happen,
Thrill to enjoy,
It comes again as a little pretty parrot, flowing into the house,
Miracles do happen.
