Going to the bed,
With the hope of a brand new day,
Promising to start afresh,
Without knowing what the life has to say.
Building castles, booking travels,
With the hope of reaping the benefits,
With the hope of rejoicing the places,
Savouring without bothering,
A U-turn life may be offering.
Holding the egg for 9 months whole,
With the hope of getting nature’s dole,
The Baya weaves its nest,
with the hope that the wind will rest.
Life doesn’t stop,
It doesn’t stand still.
Hope anchors our souls,
It strengthens our will.
Tomorrow may bring dark,
It may bring light.
Hope for the best because,
The sun will always shine.
For the best because,
Hope is all we can.