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Her name is Hope
Oh the bird
On the perch
Last night was furious.

Oh the Storm came - but she was unknown.
Hoping it to end -clinged to the nest,
Closed her eyes - prayed through the rest.
But the last hit was strong
Enough to blown her sweet home.

Oh -her secure build - her happiness,
How abused - a sudden gale!


Oh a night of sigh.

With the sunshine
Wings fluttered again, against all the odds
To the blue -to the high.

Our heart, her sweet home.
She lives in us,
Her name is-'Hope'.
-Aliva Das













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