Wishes

Wishes, how magical a word

Something always said and heard

Which keeps my thoughts swirled

Seen by me and myself and none third

Even before I first cried

My parents wished what to be inside

Who would take their pride,

All to a new high tide

Grew up with hopes and wishes

To stand apart from fishes

Wishing all the earthly riches

Sometimes being one of those witches

Feels like God's own special one

When wishes are perfectly done

When the same burn under sun

I complain like a set gun

Wishes,wishes and wishes

All begins with our cry

Grows with no sky

And ashes when we dry