The Hope Wins
The Hope Wins
Amid the mist of illusions,
I see a clear hope though it changes its shape.
Yet I'm not sad about it, as I feel
a smiling impression ahead of all.
This hope got wings now,
taking a flight up high.
It didn't wonder here and there,
and knew its destination.
The struggle between low and high, choose the hope and let alone the cry.
I believe that
The mist of illusions will disappear and the day will be clear.
I have no doubts any more, I see a full life, nothing too short or picture perfect.
Life is complete in its incompleteness
Copyright © Deepika Redhu | Year Posted 2020
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