I have a tiny hope in my heart
which binds me to my lost mind with a rope.
My hope is small,
I am waiting for a call to have it all.
This hope is a funny feeling,
keeps my heart warm and calm like a fire in a storm.
This hope is delusive,
makes me wonder if I am being optimistic or outlandish.
This hope is all I have now,
which saves me from myself when my mind is stranded in a sea of sorrows.
Copyright © Garima Dubey | Year Posted 2020
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