Pervaiz sets off for work. <br />Abbu cycle! <br />Words dressed in <br />glimmering glory <br />Of hope <br />pursue him heartlessly <br /> <br />He cleans dust off the glass counter <br />for world to see his point of view <br />More clearly <br />His sales figures vent through <br />sarcastic snow of nicotine <br />. <br />A customer walks up <br />Hope lits <br />But retreats <br />Cycle buries further<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tides-of-hope/
