Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Hoping


It is early morning and I just am very silent
No thoughts are in my mind
I just hope things get alright.
As I feel better today in comparison to yesterday
Nothing seems to be really bothering my mind
I feel better, is all that I can say.
Such a early morning it is and I feel so alone
No thoughts I get, since I have nothing much to express
Other than the fact that I feel better.
Worries have faded and I guess that is a good thing
Hoping, rest of the day will go well
That is the only wish which I have
Hopefully, my wishes will come true.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013
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