December 19, 2024
Hope!
The unknown part of the sky is waiting
But I deeply rooted in to a few soul.
The familiar places are now tempting
Me to leave here and saying farewell.
Hopeless, tired me, aimlessly defining
The present, past and future but in futile.
The fallen leaves of the tree showing
That all my deeds for love was fail.
A pair of dubious eyes still haunting
I knew, it was a migrant bird for a while.
I wipe my tears off and start redirecting
The dreams once I easily tried to settle.
The tree of hope is too resilient hence
Its barren branches is still sprouting.