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Hope,the only single word that i’ve always thrived upon,
The only word that held me through every lonely dusk and every painful dawn.
Every agonizing thought and every hurtful memory that i’ve been through,
It was only hope that helped me stand firm,it was the only thing that I could turn to.
Now,even that tiny hope started to break away,
How can I survive, How can I stay?
Every flower I saw always seemed to bloom,
Didn’t it ever go through a scorching summer,or atleast thrive through a gloom?
It answered yes, But then how could it never feel any of those fears,
Where I stand struggling every day to hide my painful tears.
I asked it the same,It said it always relied upon a word,
That word always ensured it a gleeful spring through every problem unheard.
It was Hope indeed,It promised the flowers,
That It shall make them happy,that It shall very soon bring the showers.
What mistake have I done?
Why should I be abandoned by It,Why should I be left with none?
I once spoke to a little kid,
What if your best friend finds out your love to her,what if she will forbid?
He said, there is a word that always avoids such a nightmare,
It always helped him stay strong,it always helped him adhere.
It was again Hope indeed, It ensured him a very firm consent,
But why was I discarded by It,why must only I be the sufferer of such a torment.
I really didn’t know what should I do,
Whom shall lend me a shoulder to cry upon,how shall I get through?
I only wish that It comes back to me,
Hope of Hope is all that is left,please comeback and set my soul free.
