it might not seem such..but the poem is about hope and healing. the latter motivated me to write this. i cogitated about how often we witness our hope, being perished, for little things we look forward to. it usually happens (at least with me), when we desire for something to take place as per the scenorio we made up in in our heads...and it doesn't. and then the string of varied emotions hit us up, one on the other, asking us to not look forward to any stuff, ever again. hope, as i see it, is a piece of cloth, fabricated by the stiches of our prior experiences and our expectations from the universe, as per the prior experiences. in the poem, an archer, catches sight of a bird that he wishes to prey. he feels compelled to leave by the darkness outside, but his hope for the moon to show up demands him to stay.