The wait...

Wait, as I behold
Weightless, I do aim to be
And yet, in cold, I wait for the untold!!!

Waiting, ah yes, it does mould...
Me into the world that seems far and bold
Leaving me to ponder thus- Am I growing old?

I feel neither the pain, nor there seems any gain

Of this wait that seems eternal and in vain?

Yet, here I am, waiting to unfold...
A treasure that's precious but already sold
Alas!!! to me it is greater than any emerald, diamond or any gold!