A word of appreciation,
A pat on the back,
An echo of applause,
Carves a way to
what we call a HOPE.
It keeps us alive
It gives us a way
Adding a day more to live
Giving a smile, wider to flaunt.
Hopes are harmful
often crushed easily
With just dubious arched brows,
With that opportunity snatched from our grip
With taunts that haunts us down.
Hope can be hopeless
Hope can be clueless.
Leaving you with no way out.
It can be nothing but a fake podium
Built just to pull us down.
But THE HOPE is all that we have,
To keep ourselves alive.
A hope of dawn,
A hope to be loved,
A hope for a hearty laugh,
A hope to be the self in this fake world.
Hope is what I plead to
Be by the side of every soul
that has etched you in their hearts.
Give those each hoping beat
The reason to smile,
To wake up feeling better
than the way they had a day before.
To give them the life
they have hoped for always.