“I hope
you hope
they all hope”


Old, she was sitting in a chair faced to an open window.
They say “she’s waiting for someone” and I say she’s watching someone who’s far away walking through the way, waving hands to her and screaming “Mom, I’m home”.
She believes every person who passed by the way now & then is her son; that’s why she’s alive.
Those words must’ve killed her at times when they say “He won’t come. He died for our nation”.
After all she’s a mother “No he’ll come…He’s just running late”.
She closed her eyes; like forever.
Let’s believe “Better late than Never”.
After all, Hope is something that keeps us alive.
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