The sun peeps through my little window,
And I say him goodmorning with a bow.
The awaiting golden rays of sunrise,
Makes my little hut a paradise.
My little child wakes up rubbing his eyes,
Little knowing about the world he chuckles and cries.
Those sleepy rubbed eyes shows a thousand dreams to me,
Someday we will witness the beautiful world and become free.
No more bloods of tear,
No more fights of fear.
I stitch my garland of hope seeing the brightest ray of light,
That someday there will be an end to this destructive fight.
-Sangita Chatterjee


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