Sandeep Kumar Mishra is an outsider artist, an International freelance writer and a lecturer in English with Masters in English Literature. He has edited a collection of poems by various poets - Pearls (2002) and written a professional guide book -How to be (2016) and a collection of poems and art - Feel My Heart (2016) Recently his work has published in New England Review, Classical Poets, Permafrost Journal, Human Touch Journal, Blue Mountain Review, International Times, Literary Yard, Mud Season Review, Verbal art, Stone coast Review, Indiana voice Journal, Ripen the Page, Poetry Nook, Forever Journal, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Priestess and Hierophant, Red Fez, Literary Orphan, Chiron Review, Poetry Leaves etc.)
Hope
Hope
Day always meets the night,
The sun meets the cloud;
When families are snapped apart,
When every fall is loud,
Despair sits like a gloomy pal,
If your destiny becomes your foes;
Hateful thoughts enwrap thy soul,
A bowed head and lowered eyes,
No one sees your soulful rains,
Hope is the balm to all frenzied pains;
All treasure can be taken away
But cannot rob you of the hope,
A hundred universe roam you may
But all your heart is its scope,
Hope, perches in like a kite
Only sings when you cried;
If there is scarcity of light,
It is gold mine in your yard;
After a wailful black night
Day break wondrously clear bright,
But soar not too high, skies are tall
Because stormy clouds are near
They press you back; it will be great fall;
Remember, when hope fall no one hears
The ruin is within to clear,
If running out of hope, you borrow,
It is a timid friend, cruel in his fear,
Erase your sorrow, sweet will be morrow,
Every bough waits bloom to bring,
Hope gives you chance of second spring.