Bipurna Tara

In search of hope

I was writing a poem
I don’t know, what am I going to write?

Feeling tired. 
But a poem was to write.

I looked at the window with weary eyes; 
The curtain
was blocking to lighten to the room.
 
I saw the rays coming to me from the curtain’s tiny hole,
'This is my hope' and I wrote a poem. 

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