Wait

Why do moments pass slowly and are lazy;
While waiting we several times stare on daisy.
Seconds become heavy upon senses;
We look again and again beyond fences.
Eyes offer pilgrimage to street and return sad;
While waiting don't we behave like mad?
A phantasm clicks that our wait has ended;
But by nature , it has been more pended.
Wishing to end the wait with blink of eye;
That is impossible , heart says with a sigh.
When we ask concerning , why are you late;
Replies simply,'Then would had you enjoyed taste of wait.?'