A HOPE !

A hope sits on the window sill

every morning after the night darkening,

With a straw of happiness in her beak

to build a nest of compassionate dream…

 

Persistent in her efforts,

continuously she flies and gathers,

each single strand of luck,

with sincere diligent fervor.

 

Sometimes bruised ,hurt or scratched,

still then manages to fly

with her broken wings of thoughts

yet another golden morn!

 

A hope I find chirping everyday

singing a melody 

being happy and gay,

sitting on my window sill

every morning as I wake…

 

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