Hope Poem by Sandeep Kumar Mishra

Hope
Day always meets the night,
The sun meets the cloud;
When families are snapped apart,
When every fall is loud,
Despair sits like a gloomy pal,
If your destiny becomes your foes;
Hateful thoughts enwrap thy soul,
A bowed head and lowered eyes,
No one sees your soulful rains,
Hope is the balm to all frenzied pains;
All treasure can be taken away
But cannot rob you of the hope,
A hundred universe roam you may
But all your heart is its scope,
Hope, perches in like a kite
Only sings when you cried;
If there is scarcity of light,
It is gold mine in your yard;
After a wailful black night
Day break wondrously clear bright,
But soar not too high, skies are tall
Because stormy clouds are near
They press you back; it will be great fall;
Remember, when hope fall no one hears
The ruin is within to clear,
If running out of hope, you borrow,
It is a timid friend, cruel in his fear,
Erase your sorrow, sweet will be morrow,
Every bough waits bloom to bring,
Hope gives you chance of second spring.