Hope

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                                                  HOPE

I fell down it was harsh,
Painful,shameful,as like a trash.
Filled with tears I gazed,
The sky was lit up with the sun.
A hand appeared and I dazed,
Then held it tightly,It lifted me up.
I gained my courage,
I started my chase to face,
All the failures,at-last I stopped
When I stopped I stopped exactly
Where I am supposed to be.
I smiled and looked up
The sun shone and whispered
The hand that lifted you
Was your HOPE.

                                                         

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