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Running for a hope
Life, still in the cradle of yearning
For a course of hope along which
Wanna run on to the spire of wishing
With facing fires and foes on the way,
But whopping hope halt the way,
Kills the soared longue to fore
And runs itself to finding a hope
Though creeps through the way it faces,
Yet the hope with which it wishes
To come along, can't be stepped
Nonetheless, it just wants on a vector
As a hope outside to make itself victor,
In what he itself has dreamt for and
Made true what others hope from it
Copyright ©
Runa Pradhan
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