Days Of Hope, Hoping! Poem by Kashif Ali Abbas

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come, we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove