HOPE

When the morning greets, my mind is glued to you.

When the night comes, you are still sturdy on my mind.

Beautiful smile are thrown out form your face, remind me how impeccable heaven is.

My hope is you are the end of my game I played all this time.

Research is not solutions.

Prayer is not the answer.

But my hope always spoken in every prostration, telling that you are the answer of my hope.