The whole world was dark and burnt
There was no place to run
The cruelty of aliens thrived
Humankind was at its last stage of life
No one could face them
No one could stay alive
But still every human being gave a fight
Only because of a hero, in whom they believed
He was not a living person who had great fame
But an abstract thing; hope was its name...
-Tan
A.N-I have written this in a very short way and just to the point with a little of imagination...in short I have just tried to do something new. Hope you like it.
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My Anthology
PoetryA lot of thoughts come up in my mind I try to rhyme them and here's what I end up with...
