The Hope
Wandering aimless at night
Seeking hopeless for light
Remembering beautiful past
Suffering from memories,aghast
Where I was yesterday a host
Now, I am merely a guest
The city which once was so beautiful
Filled with all colors of joy,wonderful
Turned out to be colorless
Never ending cries fill the air
Ferocious screams, blind eyes and deaf ears
Peace lies at the table like a dice
When these assaults will cease
May the new dawn in the offing
Be the hope of new spring
Where the colours of our beautiful past returned
Where the fragrance of our lost spring retained
Copyright © Abdulla Manakkadavath | Year Posted 2023
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