The Magic Of Hope Poem by lalitha iyer

The seed
full of treeing hope
just fits
any soil
enjoying the moisture
shoots out
in any earth
just wet enough
and sun abound
just burst forth
the hope drives on......

Every egg
the mother sits on
hoping her chick
of love
will come clicked
just to see the tiny look
of some giant trunk
the past of a future
so glamorous and gigantic
sharing warmth
and wishes motherly
the innocent bird
it sits upon.

Hope is a marvel
it cures ills
and cares for dears
patiently waiting
for ageing hours
building life bricks
one upon another
touches of hope
they urge you to go on
to step further
faintly yet smiling sweet.