A tall stork was standing on the riverside,
Waiting for its finest catch thereby,
Morning till noon and noon till evening,
No single fish came along nearby.
Waiting in vain, it moved on to other side,
Fishes come and disappear in strides,
Stork was annoyed and disappointed to its peak,
It wanted to go home in desperate shriek.
Another stork came and stood nearby,
It gave him company in the moment of distress.
Mr. Stork was happy and peaceful in absolute
joy,
Both discussed on the mission that annoy.
It was a moment about to quit,
A pool of fish came together to submit,
The excitement couldn't be measured in words,
Both had mouthful of dish just like nerds.
Hunger gone and peace prevailed,
Patience is the key to attain peace.
Always
we won't be granted as we like,
Waiting
can make the most bring right.
Thank you so much for writing such wonderful story as a rhyme.
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