Darted from the window of hope;
Saw a wounded bird, trying to dope
Into her nest and trying her best.
Could I hear a musical note;
A walking dead something spoke
Voice coming from heart null from throat.
Ah! that window of hope;
So much hopeless is the hope
Yet hopeless living with hope.
To reach their destiny if they kept;
Hands tied to their rope
Thought if unroping that rope.
Blind are with ignorance;
Never got chance to achieve this goal’
Cause they think tied are they foal.
The moon upon their heads;
Leaning down with its cry
Alas! still they can’t envisage;
About a matter not of fate.
Clouds crying, tears rolling;
Leaves filling, trees willing.
A cry emerged with lightning tight;
One man got his mind right;
Promised to fight; and take
His might and take his right.
Umar Ali Sofi is a student of class 10th in Nether Field School Sopore. He finds solitude in inking his thoughts. Born in 2005 and started writing at age of 12. He got his soul attached to paper and spends most of his leisure time in this thing. According to him,’Pen is the ultimate solution for every kind of situation but when carried and balanced properly with a pilgrim voice’.
