Rays Of Hope Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri

From the edges of dark clouds
Morning sun shines it's rays.
As if it's a beginning,
A beginning of new days.
Still, the flood, drowns
All dreams with the huts roads fields
When in the Royal Palace
The Kings are busy with their deals.
Every years flood comes and
Floats our everything
Our belongings our children
And our inner dreams.
Kings come with
So many promises
For ourselves
They make their own business.
These going on for the
Ages of eternity
We are living and growing
With our poverty.
Still the sun shines its rays
As a beginning of new days.