HOPE
Signs of eternity
Still can be seen,
Embodied in distinct forms,
Revealing to the keen.
Plants in spring,
Lawns lush green,
Coos of the cuckoo,
The moon with a sheen.
Cool blowing breeze,
Soothing hurt souls,
Buds poised to open,
Hope out of fouls.
No need to wait
For the dooms day to come,
Things can still grow
Afresh in rhythm.
-----DUSHYANT KUMAR
(composed by me.)
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