Hope Poem by Murty N S

That strip of blue sky
Always twinkles through the thick of gloom
For a searching eye.
It unlocks the fingers zipped by mistrust
And refills the sack of life with vigour.
Vulcanizes the needle pricked balloon
And readies it for another stint
Opening up its sails… in search of new frontiers.
It stops and looks back
At the unwinding ways covered
In its marathon run.
Remote-sensing the springs within
It lifts the waters of faith
From the deep dried-up wells of despair.
Charged with it,
Furnished with a fresh pair of wings
The subject takes off to newer heights.
The hurdles… that looked mountainous till then
Seem molehills now
And the introvert eye
Now longs for a cosmic friendship.