Hope Poem by Vishorag Shadja

I know this year has brought,
Both immense joy and grief..
And memories notwithstanding
The setbacks and false belief…
Also events to remember by
And the ones not worth remembering
If I explain the point on the fly,
The charade of living life -
That sometimes feels like a lie…
Coz only if there was a dream,
I wouldn't have wanted it to die.
But, it all lies in the state of utmost-
Chaos and ruins, in a pile,
Ready to burn and pave way for-
A large funeral pyre…
New goals and dreams despite
All the failures and setbacks,
Which have been endured with;
Great pain in memory's outback,
Has made me stronger - more resolute,
This year will be different, absolute;
Of whatever I may come to face
With the will to be good and productive.
Hoping this new year will bring
Happiness and joy for one and all
Following which, the good life will sing
A merry song for all…
I say this with immense hope,
For this is what I believe,
If there is no hope at all-
Then what is the point in having
Any dreams or any desires at all…