The thoughts keep me in a cross
I have to, now and then, pause
they bind me and put me to a toss
hope holds me in its claws.
The languish and lethargy I undergo
is enough tp press me to a bow
I advance in measured time and slow
hope holds me in a flow.
The life I live is meaningless
has no significance and is senseless
I live so as to live in a less
hope share with me its bless.
If not for hope I would have gone long back
packed my bags and left it back
I sustain all these for a pack
that hope promises to extend to me on the track
None the less it has happened
nevertheless, it is sharpened
more or less it is deepened
it is a struggle I think in the trend
expect to see the light in the bend
could I see hope in the end?
could be or could not as it is God send.
The day starts with joy immense
with the dawn fresh and reviving
the hope continues with a force
when the sun stands atop
over the head with a penetration
the feel, to overcome, is at the zenith
with the thrust to out beat with a force
the thought, to overwhelm, comes with a zest
but the wish is put to unpredictable test
with the sun’s descent towards the west
the spirit to win and perform fades slowly
as there comes an acceptance meek and mild
the eyes close and revel in deep slumber
with that the mind goes back to a penumbral joint
a daily happening with no foist or point.