Hope
I was passing by the side of my window
and saw a decaying Moon.
I waved at her and said,
don't worry, you'll be completed soon.
Nothing is permanent,
not even sorrow!
Removing all the darkness
there will be really a good morrow.
Copyright © Plabi Pradhan | Year Posted 2021
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