175. Hope


Life with no direction
By all dreams, undone
Clogged in every notion
Nowhere to move or run

Into the folds of stillness
Holding an edge of time
On the steps of loneliness
With hope in arm, sublime

Lulled to sleep in distress
In a chillness to cope
Lying down motionless
Counting on a dream of hope

Lies so, a corner in white
Glowing in black morass
As a torch in a tunnel, bright
To let message of hope pass

A hope from nature’s cycle
Rivers of flow, endless
To submerge pain’s trickle
By a force of faith, fearless

A divine slender rope
To emerge out of sorrow
Defines the tender hope
To free from senses shallow

By these waves of thought
Washing the sands of past
Of struggles gone, fought
Hope makes my belief last

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2 Comments to “175. Hope”

  1. I like your poem, Venkat! And a quatrain too

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