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.