Hope

The fiery gleam
Of Phoebus’s snare,
The breezy air
Gently moving away a tuft of hair
The velvety green
Parched across the sun
All this he desires but gets but none
Days o what days have become
A box of just cement and mud
Painted in hues of white
Worth a billion mines
“O! When shall we overcome?” Is the question now
Our faiths in a heap of dust
Mouths and hands free but none
All covered up in sane junk
We pray and pray
To the Allmighty host
Who was once our only hope
And by hoping thus is our only scope
To overcome the clutches of the evil one
All we need now is
Hope and only Hope!