NEW HOPE
Rising Sun in the East ,
brings in light and warmth.
A new hope for the day,
Blessed for seeing the world again,
From slumber to consciousness.
But deep in the heart,
A feeling of yearning solitude,
To cover the eyes and be still.
A quick quiver of fear,
Holding back the day to ransom of scariness.
This internal struggle of life and living.
Yearning for solitude or rather freedom.
To fly like a bird with wings,
spread into the eternal skies and horizons.
With sunshine to mingle in the cosmos,
which is infinite and boundless.