Hope is a thing with feathers
Sitting under the shade of tree thinking how should i end this pain, this longing miseries that i feel somewhere inside me but how i caught or found it i am yet to know if there is a meaning if i mean something what is the purpose of my living what could be my cure let me sit and think Oh! i see something or am i just dreaming? i feel warm or am i just imagining? is it a creature? or a ball of light? it is coming closer to me and i feel so right I see something more Oh! Wings it is spreading itself white as snow Covered me, took me in something touched me inside "Hope" it whispered, and i opened my eyes still sitting in the shade of tree what was it? An angel, A God! i don't know But the thing called itself Hope.