Making its way
Through the clouds
That shadow the light.
The ray of hope
Makes it way
Amidst all the uncertainty.
A light lit
Is meant to glow
Makes its way anew.
A touch of gratitude
Reney the dying hope
Amidst all befalling globe.
The imprints of its path
Scintillate from afar
Even though journey is coarse.
Not even clouds of sky
Stop the light that's
Meant to shine over high.
Trust on your ownself
You too are virtuous
Eligible to impact right on time.
Trust on your ownself You too are virtuous Eligible to impact right on time..........beautiful so have to find out at first the self and have to make it free from any meaningless dependence ...........
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Ray of hope! ! ! Making its way! To stay with nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.