In search of Hope

I was writing a poem

But I don’t know what am I going to write?

Almost tired

A poem needs to write

And look at the window with depressed eyes

And the curtain, is brightening,

Is obstructing to lighten the room.

Rays is coming to me from the curtain's tiny hole

'This is my hope' I wrote poem.

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