Hope of Reunion"

Hope of Reunion"

This journey drags with weary force,
Each moment feels like a lingering course.
Sleep has drifted far from my eyes,
Yet the flame of hope within never dies.

Pain stretches on these cold hard seats,
But deep inside, a quiet joy repeats.
I dream of the smile that soon I’ll see,
And the silent hug that will speak to me.

When love glows bright in familiar eyes,
Even this fatigue will feel sweet and wise.
Each mile, each moment, just a disguise —
A step closer to where my true heart lies.

GR kaviyoor 
02 08 2025

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