Amidst the colors dark,
I happened to meet every time;
Life seemed impossible,
For I wanted to hark,
But the echo in my mind,
Never let it quieten, even for a minute;
'cause it was busy, to analyse
What could go wrong, indeed.
But the drop of hope,
Sowed as a seed of faith;
Cultivated with great worth,
For, in long run, it yield cope.
Faith and hope are the great factors that fuel us to rise in life's journey.
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A poem of great depth imbued with insight.