Hope Poem by shweta singh

On a cloudy day,
I sit and play
with my hands in clay;

muddy hands make a hut;
hoping
Sun’s bounty in thought.
In latent light,
I dream it bright.
to make it look
like a mundane sight.

Clouds are still there,
but why fear?
For I descry a descending ray
whispering in ear-
stick to your resolve,
horizon will soon be clear'

on this cloudy day,
I still sit and play
with my hands in clay.