Hope, Like the surge of the river
Like the tide of the sea, Like the glory of the sun
Like the coolness of the moonlight
Sometimes it seems
Like the glow of the stars
Sometimes like the mystery of the constellations
And sometimes like the expansion of the universe
Even after we forbid and explain
It comes to comfort us.
We want to stop it
We also make a strong fence around us
And make many more arrangements
But still it comes, Like a stubborn child
Who doesn't listen even after being forbidden.
Sometimes, thinking of ourselves as superior,
we say, "Come, come" and with great love, we embrace her and in this way, in our understanding, an illusion is created that we have become home
and it has become the resident
But like the sweet breeze of spring,
it never stops at one place and moves on to a new place
It does not get perturbed at all thinking how desolate old home is
It always sends the message that I will come again and this time I will stay longer
A momentary smile comes on our face and disappears
It gives us the consolation that we should get used to it and remain in the illusion that we have become its home and it has become its resident
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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