Every morning when I wake up with a hope of peace
some sad imaginations struck my head and dirt my soul
my days from years been so hard if had
i drinking my posion of sins that remain undone
but man is born to live with hope
so hopes piling over hopes turning a burden
a system that keeps me no hopes as
it turns heavy and collapse
but i have no way so i have no choice
i go my bed with my heavy heart
a war that was never intendent to fight
a hope that i would recover
and than every morning i wake up from bed with hope......
AAMER ZAHEER
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-morning-when-i-wake-up/
