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Hope
RAV (29-01-1984 / Kerala)

Hope

None is waiting here to listen to my void sighs
Carrying no shadow of dismay
But, reminding the world around me
About the darkness engulfing my sole soul
A streak of brightness lies before me
Murmuring of a promising future
Yet, my immobile spirit fails to get it
And have its rays penetrated through it
Hope became a futile word
A worthless exercise of the very mind
Giving not even a glimpse of delight
Or a push to ride further
Yet, I hope, hope and hope again
To have my emptiness filled
With simple compassion and tender thoughts
That can breed the fruit of divine love
In my heart’s solitary valley
For the whole beings
Beside, beneath and beyond my presence

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Comments (4)

The feelings of loneliness are expressed very nicely here. Also the usage of simple words has made it much more beautiful.
the poet who wrote about the unripe pumpkin might have been...
Hope and despair alternting; eventually hope manages to stand out... for the better. very nice write.
Hope became a futile word A worthless exercise of the very mind Giving not even a glimpse of delight a mirror of errors of this Big World