Not
all the eyes are lit
Neither
all the hearts are happy
Dreams
don’t burst like crackers
Life
isn’t a box of sweets
Hope
cannot be giftwrapped
Yet
when I see
Many
unlit, unhappy hearts
Shoot
the crackers up into the sky
As
if their dreams would burst
And
light up the whole sky
I
feel hopeful about next few days
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