NEW HOPE

 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.