A revert...

Not that he was waiting
But a revert was always forming...
And
He informed him...
That a revert was on the way...

A simple oneliner...
But that shone
So with cheers
That he thought
'God! What are You trying to work on? With me?'

And then...
Sitting beside
The window...
Watching things from a distance
Which he had witnessed
And felt...
Already...

Like in a detached but involved way
Looking at a movie
Or a clip
Which he himself made...

he felt...
'if it was His object...
If He wants actually that...
By His rains...
Birds...
Flowers...
Streets...
Books...
Knowledge...
And finally...
Wisdom...
The deepest...
The Holiest...

Then...
i am just here to pay Him
More of my gratitude...
More of my Faith...
More...
For He had opened all doors...
Even
For reverts...
Oneliner...
Still...
A revert the same...'

Thinking this he...
Bowed...
And
her face
Also somewhere glowed...
And a cuckoo then also sang soft...
Somewhere...perched...
On that coconut tree?
Perhaps...