Hanging On In Hope Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Pundits and priests, souls learned,
Pious pouts educated,
I asked whoso might well tell,
In plainest words hope to spell;
I entered their doors all hopes,
But expelled was, tangled ropes.

In despair I looked at sky,
O Heaven, pray tell me why.
That said, I asked a strange bird,
Trusting wings who in hope fly,
In hope lives each day, soars high,
Thought, birds know this secret word.

O bird, witnessing whole world—
All getting stirred and be-stirred,
Tell if man, who lives life grim—
Life of getting born and bust,
And then getting one with dust,
Does he live on wings of dream?

Tell me how they paint rainbows,
And how they live for morrows,
How at all they live their life.
Simple: aspiring for dope,
In hope hanging on by rope,
And survive miseries rife.
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Musings | 06.03.16 |