Hope is like rain vowing to penetrate every pore of life
World is gazing towards the sky for a droplet or two
Dripping through the fingers of some invincible God
Emerging in the thick billows of economic currents
Manifesting in the garbs of flamboyant idols
Residing in the phantoms of artistic shenanigans
But like rain hope doesn't originates in the sky
It stems in the hearts of worthless creatures like us
And trickles down through indignity, mayhems and calamities
Towards a sacred lake far from the reaches of ordinarity
And it soars towards the swaggering heights of the sky
To descend like rain vowing to penetrate every pore of life
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