Hope Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

The word of the day I got was "Hope ",
For some it is driving force, for some it is the power to cope!
Being positive in negative or smiling in the worst,
You can define it as anything in this world.

In those red to green, many faces come and go,
Some offer flowers, some water, some just lay out their bare wrinkled hands.
Those tiny hands that sell flowers for the people,
Have aspiration to be flower in some garden,
Those wrinkled bare hands begging food,
Wish for a strong hand to hold.
Books and pencils can talk with them someday,
" Hope " this is it, for this world.

In those red and pink lanes,
One can find often them,
Standing with an urge and emptiness in eyes,
Their wardrobe separates them from our civilized world.
Every day they share their story with an unknown,
Their bare bodies lies apart, with an untouched pure soul!
But those unheard cries and hues, and empty eyes still thrives along! !
Someday this world will treat them equal, will accommodate their stories;
"Hope" this is it, for those red lanes along the busy fast moving shore.

Throughout the newspaper headlines, was the bleeding countries,
The killing of innocence and our world future!
The manhood and brotherhood has lost its words,
The blooming flowers lost while they were bud!
Still, those inquisitive eyes of those charming living dolls!
The light of candle in the dark, the unity in the war;
The peace solace when world is upside down,
That four letter word that thrives allthroughout,
"Hope ", this is it, for the world.

Between those big trees and valleys,
There is an unwinding road,
Which is yet to get discovered or explored!
The chilly ride, the nature's fragrance,
The stream and the water, their story!
The traveler in an workaholic wants to explore!
Those deadlines, those ppt or excel,
Stops every journey before it begins.
Between those desires of explored unexplored,
Known to unknown, a traveler resides all.
" Hope ", this is it, for those chilly breeze that echoed them in the sun.

Throughout the weekend, she waits for those intoxicated smile at her,
The glances, the stares that she often make at him.
The feeling of getting noticed naturally yet forced,
That aspiration of having one cup ofcoffee with her charmer,
" Hope " this is it, for her.

"Hope ", has many words to shake the world.
Faith, dream, belief, every possible things that exists in the world.
The word of the day I got was " Hope ",
But for all it has unlimited verses with pros and cons.
The four letter word does not know how much hope all have,
" Hope " this is it, the faith on one self or the world.
"Hope", thrives the universe from beginning to last! !