Standing In The Queue.. Poem by Kirti Sharma

Still standing in the queue,
And not known,
when my chance would come.

I watch faces.
And their movements,
And their reactions,
And their sadness.

I see tears,
And their happiness,
And their excitement,
And their fears.

I hold my breath,
As my chance could come, any time.
I've done a lot for this,
I've faith and patience.