Hope is not a feeling, a Happening or a way.
Rather it is the first ray of that light which surrounds us,
Arising to forever enlighten our Reality.
It is that sweet breeze,
Which is everflowing and evertouching you in it’s own mysterious ways.
In the clenched fists of circumstance
In between the Sky of the unknown
And the ground of reality,
Floats the bird !
That symbolizes purity and Right Action.
Spotting the nearest action you can
Engulf yourself into that breeze! That light!
And be that bird,
Which flies everyday carrying the same hope,
That it shall …RISE AGAIN!