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HOPE

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.