My Hope Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I hope the words of mine,
Like the wild sunshine,
Spread everywhere,
Far and near.

Each poem shall not cease,
Being the bomb of peace,
The sentences being the angels,
Of celestial happiness.

I hope the words shall shout,
Until they bring about,
The highly praised serenity,
In the shape of humanity.

I hope that at those places,
Hope itself shall have a glance,
Letting the poor smile and advance,
With foods in their stomachs.

I hope that my words shall reach,
Both the poor and the rich,
Poking at their brains,
Removing the buried and bare pains.