Hope

The blossoming of morning cracked by a dint of hope,

To satiate the hunger of lives so not to let them choked,

To refill the heart again with a life of passion,

One more day seemed to end with feelings and compassion.

For the wishes count letting evil days to pass,

Humanity is aspiring again for good old days to last.

The odious cast of the epidemic on mankind is not that vast,

Only if we keep yearning to fight against what we asked.