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Hope

A stumble at start and the hope otherwise,
Smiles wetted with tears, rest all fine,
An era went pass with it’s décor,
With smiles not loud but sorrows undeterred,
Orphans cried and childless wailed,
God got worshipped and evils demented,
Heft of sins did spill and justice meted,
Still unaccounted cruelty happened,
For few who shared the mean smiles,
Rest of them got bruised traveling miles,
Even the sun didn’t drop to bestow some relief,
Mighty disowned and statesmen gifted disbelief,
Still humans persisted in hope…
Preserving some humanity to be loved by thou… 

2 comments:

Saumya said...

Even the sun didn’t drop to bestow some relief,
Mighty disowned and statesmen gifted disbelief,.....
i liked these lines....a hopeful write!!!

Amit said...

Thanks Saumya