HOPE

HOPE

Like the burning candle fighting the winter breeze;

Like the melting snow at mercurial degrees.

Like the falling water from a steep;

Like the dead waves in the deep.

Like the sun at dusk shies to gleam;

Like the slavery of moon to the dark's deem.

The Candle shall fight and stand its flame.

The snow shall form from a mercurial game.

The falling water shall be a stream.

The waves at shore will sound a bold scream.

The sun shall rise from the abyss of night.

Light shall fall, iridescent like the bold Knight.

-        - Arun Dev Kumar.