HOPE
the utopian star hangs over the dark sky
you look forward to the fall of the meteor
to sanctify your belief in good time
the river of time flows by in front of you
without any effort as if possessed you sit idle
the good time never comes
friends like the proverbial prophet
assures you of the ensuing changes
quietly you never know
when you lost faith in all your beliefs
Rajkumar -Mumbai
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