Process called wait

I was standing in the scorching heat that day,
The plants and pebbles around kept staring me throughout my stand,
But as I was waiting for someone, I kept on doing for what I was there; wait.

Brown coloured stone approached me hesitantly,
As, if it asked me anything then I will throw it away,
But nevertheless it asked me the question that I was curious to answer.

‘Gentleman for whom you are punishing yourself under this hot wave’ Stone asked,
And it was then I answered it,
I am waiting for an individual who has my heart with her,
I am waiting for her to come, with whom destiny has introduced me not by chance,
She has power either to make me o break me, I said.

She can add life to my years, if she comes and stays with me,
I tried to see all the lanes possible from that top where I was standing,
As I do not want to be late in finding her first glance.

Love is powerful word that has backed me up with energy to fight against this hot waves, my friend
And I just want to showcase her my love and validate it through process called wait

I kept on saying all this and sun was replace by moon in the sky,
My companion stone and twinkling stars were the spectators of my wait,
Even today since then I am waiting for her.