Hope shines eternal.
Even when the wick is gone sooty
Even when the lamp without much oil
Is faint like the weak smile of a patient.
Even when the smog is grey,
Hope shimmers eternal.
The weak wick, the fluttering flame
Define the drowning darkness.
Hope glimmers eternal.
Hope is the first flint
The little light
That made the cavernous cave
A happy home
Eons ago!
Pratima@ Hope is heavenly.
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