It Is Just 'Hope'- An Illusion Poem by Piyush Dey

It Is Just 'Hope'- An Illusion



In nights of disappointment and failure,
where nothing seems to move on,
as if the whole world have closed it's
eyes for a drowsy sleep,
Hope is the bird with wings,
wings that cry not, wings that weep not, but-
fly.

In nights of pain and loneliness,
where dusky stars play with the teary eyes,
and the cold wind howl with the dogs in
the street,
Hope is the cloud that rains,
rains over the whole dry wasteland,
in sweet little ways.

In nights of gloomy fear and murky worry,
where witches chuckle and ghosts hoot,
Hope is the heaven with angels,
angels of courage and laughter,
spirit and power, love and care.

Hope is nothing-O! hope is nothing,
It is just an illusion, a spark,
created by an inner voice, a voice
that eats the dusk,
And bring a new dawn, a dawn with
blossomed flowers.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Piyush Dey 11 July 2014

well Gajanan sir, i meant to say hope is nothing but an illusion that we only can create to erase the dusk, no one other can create that for us. in other words, hope is everything. you r right. thanks for commenting.

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Piyush Dey 11 July 2014

well Gajanan sir, i meant to say hope is nothing but an illusion that we only can create to erase the dusk, no one other can create that for us. in other words, hope is everything. you r right. thanks for commenting.

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Gajanan Mishra 08 July 2014

hope is nothing. Is it really?

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