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.