A Wish


Tangled compressed in a coop;
Not able to move, not able to stoop
Nth number of trials, all in vain
You will always see my smile but may never bother my pain
There's a light at the end of every tunnel; they say
Seems like a game of brood which I don't want to play
Singing a song of hope and pray
We all win together and come out of this foul play

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