Hope keeps us alive and it is everything when we have nothing, here the poet hopes to see the face of his beloved in the darkest night

Hope to see my moon faced darling

Thousands of faces

Appeared in my dream

Some were fire, some were ice

both were mean but beautiful to eyes

I kept hoping that

Moon faced would appear soon

To embrace my scars till dawn and noon

Like a full star in the sky

I rubbed my eyes and tried to fly

With a deep smile in my heart

I recollected my broken hopes

and got so far!

© 2021 Bisma