HOPE

Emotional storm that buffeting of fortune brings
Leaves us in pain and so crestfallen
Despondence and fear shrouds our thoughts
And heart quails at every difficulty brought
With its ploys and vicissitudes
At times life seems so rude and unjust

But a thing we mortals are endowed with
In a narrow niche in our hearts reside
A divine, a golden bliss called HOPE
Hidden yet easy to find, but at times needs some grope
With hope we can scale obstacles high
Hope indeed is a precious thing!

In guttering flames of a lamp
In the unfathomable depths of the sea
At the core of a seed that grows
And in the little wings of the sparrows
In the doughty currents of a stream
Resides this mighty HOPE

Every heart has this innate HOPE
That gives us courage in difficulties to cope
So why not persevere and seamlessly try
For this beautiful thing called HOPE shall never die!