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Expectations


I expect much more than I need to do, don’t I?
The esteem, much love from the people & less lie
Decent supplies, moment I desire before my eye
Aspect vitae is many miles away seashore to fly
Within my heart an extreme expectation

Dreams out of my ability, I see now and then
Screams of the joy, I desire to hear in this rain
I had had many wishes but no any gain
Expecting a lot, they pinched a lifetime pain
And again making pikes for conspiracy of own

Flowers of colors of rainbow in my path of door
Scents of the spirits of nature on my house floor
Fire of revolution will putout in my heart’s core
A new world will be distant behind this seashore
Weary of thinking, I am drowsy of expectation

Glee and sanction will be my holy for every hour
Clan’s love, esteem will become my great power
My cuts will be cleared by this drizzle shower
As my life is alike to a sub-tropical rosy flower

Expecting just to succeed my contemplations;

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