Dear Hope! Poem by Nikhat Bano

Oh Hope! Perch on my soggy bench,
I'm all poised to fly with you,
in the sky of eternal desires,
with the wooly fleece in the vast blue.

Wait a moment, I think......
You doubt my very footing.
Though I was a pushover all my life,
yet I'm honest in staging.

Your stopover might save a soul,
from the swamp it's struggling with,
you may light a damp spirit,
whose glitter is hidden under filth.

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