Unending expectation"

Underneath the blue hue of enchanting sky,
Strew is the mat of dirty dark nimbus,
The eyes of heaven are obstructed on their way;
Yet below an unjust soul stares up,
Hopes in his heart,
Painted are his prayers in tears;
Prostrating at his own level of expectation,
Waits but for ever for the rays
To enter his world yet,
His wait seems forever.