Is there something buried deep inside of me?
A glimmer, a spark that pulls upon my heart?
A faint glow of hope
that beckons me to gleeful ways?
So pure and unadorned as the day I was born
Is there hope for the one who has none?
No tinge of sadness, agony, or melancholy
Shadows that will haunt me persistently
The past foregone is bygone
No more repentance, crying or longing for dying
Need to come to terms with the clouds of despair
And dream and long for happier days
That will brighten the future like sun rays.
By Susmita Mukherjee
"Is there hope for the one who has none?" ... I sure hope so!