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Hope

by Tukumoni Mahanta
(Tinsukia District, India)

When I frown at the moon
Bathed with its celestial white
I feel the darkness prevailing
In my heart and amidst a huge
Crowd find myself stand solace.

"The dazzling hopes in the twinkling eyes! "
"The woven designs in a dreaming Loom!"

Those are only the quoted verse lines from my old diaries!
Thought to open those old diaries often comes
But again flies away from my mind
How can one see the decaying hopes and dreams
Of one's own?

Every night I hear the harsh gnawing sounds of the insects
Which go on eating and eating all the pages of my diaries.

Dreams are scattered somewhere in the existential strife
Longings are shattered in the intricacies of life.
Yet with some sterile asset, I sail to find my pathway
And see a beam of sunshine in the winter sky
To my surprise, I hear it whispering -
"Hope never dies."

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