Hope
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She comes in the room through closed windows,
A flying fairy from eternal meadows,
From the milky way With crescent in eye brows.
An athlete of nature who very well knows.
Moves like a dancer and never disturbs,
Whatever may be bricks whatever may be curbs.
She comes with the stars in my restless nights,
She comes with the moon like a creeper of lights,
My dark bed room then shines with brights,
It waits all time for her rainbow sights.
Flying like a bird and swimming like mermaid,
A layer of joy in the room is laid.
When I'm sleepless when I increase my gloom
Until I sleep she remains in the room,
I go to the world of blessing and bloom,
The youth comes back and I find me a groom, ,
The cruel world when looks like a hell,
I listen to this pleasing sound of the bell.
From my deep inside she peeps out like a pet,
Through the windows of heart so red and wet,
I want to die all are ugly I met,
Animals are the men please call a vet,
And me! See my charms I am your hope,
Hold my hands and get up from the slope.
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