As these eyes close in prayer Earnest and desperate, hopeful yet scared Despair overcomes hope And anger subjugates faith as I wonder Where’s that spark that sought a miracle? That blessing that shunned all gloom And faith that defeated all frustration Why do these eyes now foresee – Some unending dark, some unspeakable pain As that erstwhile ray of meek hope within Tries in vain, to surge, to overflow To say ‘all is well’ But sinks somewhere deep unknown Where no desires reach, no touch succeeds And the soul left alone to tend Clean the filth and soothe the pain Whither that courage, where that strength That had the might of a proud mountain Struggle, learn and face the fight With that mighty weapon, that stark warrior called hope.
Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at email@example.com.
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