A Little Hope

A Little Hope short poem

Colossal memories engulf me,
I plunge down deep,
Precious bring back my smile,
Others do bring back grief.

The quantum I did endure,
My trampled heart would always pry.
Sure nothing stays eternally,
No fact hidden in cry!

I leap forward to touch,
The future, I fathom such.
Past then claws me back,
Present, never in clutch!

Who goes again walking across?
Crushing my heart beneath!
Desperate, battered below,
My soul, still longs a loving wreath.

No bed of roses I prayed for,
no rainbow of colours I dreamt along,
A ray of hope, a dash of courage,
And my innate faith will glow for long!!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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The Poem by Charu Gulati is simple, lucid and from the Heart…


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