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