Hope 3 Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

These drops of tears
Can pull all my sorrows down?
Can I be able to live in disillusionment?
Seasons of glee come and go,
Hope just sits by me to guide
for the rules that will act tomorrow.
They could glare at this soul
That needs the deepest prayer to console
As the blooming days of love
now adorned in face of my beloved
Will leave for the next morrow.
Yet, hope will exist,
In this heart you will stay,
will be my words I want magnamoniously to convey.
Though you may go far
My words will persist.
Hope does exist...