Sunday, November 09, 2008

Anticipation

I stride fast
Leaving behind the world
Entire world.
My rush murders me
Incessantly I am dead
Within and within
I am buried.

Day to day
Life opens up
Layer by layer.
And fill up
Again and again.
Layer by layer.
Killing every hope.

But, the first ray of sun
At every single morning
Tells of a hope in waiting,
Only thing
When it will arrive?

I am waiting
Hoping the hope materializes.

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1 comment:

  1. "But, the first ray of sun
    At every single morning
    Tells of a hope in waiting,"

    Hold on to that my fren. The day will soon come.
    The 'HOPE' will keep you going.
    God Bless.

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