Poems by aiiishh

Sitting peacefully on a slab. With only one source of light. In a thick dark range

But seems to have no care. As he looks deeply onto his lantern. He saw therein a future, A bright future. Which’ll lead to change of stories and twist of tables

Even though Deep down he knows he’s only hoping. For something that’ll take decades to occur. But is it bad to wish??

©aiiishh