What is it To Hope…

Keep Yourself at Hope’s Door…

There’s Nothing I Ask of You More!

What is To Hope…Beloved…

Is it Crackling of Wings through a cold blue winter that dreams to be kissed of Sun,

Is it the Yellows of our hearts that you borrow to let light lay upon dawn

Is it A Christmas Tree that’s Bedazzled by my Tears for all of My Sweet-Unanswered-

Prayers…

Ahhh…

For isn’t that what To Hope Is;

To Bloom as flowers only to die after a few hours

Yet in that tickling bare necessity of life

Crushed Dreams that Steal that Glimmer

Of Light…

Lay as Silence Upon A Yellow Sky

Tis’ Hope Thy Children’s Breathe

But To Torch Thy Sun,

So Earth May Blossom

In The Whispering’s;

Of Their Dying-Dreams!

Beloved isn’t that Hope….

With Coco through some of the most excruciating pains since a month

Meghna Loke