When the World around You is Bleak and More......

Let Hope not Die in the human Breast

Ashok Sawhny May 22, 2021
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When the World around You is Bleak and More......

Let Hope not Die in the human Breast

When living itself becomes the bane
And, all you have is torment and pain,
When the Sun sets, to rise no more
And the skies hide the clouds and rain,
When everything seems perfunctory
When losses outnumber the futile gain,
When purity is just another, meaningless, word
And all you see is the dark stain,
When all you have is barrenness
Your only friend, the lost Crane,
What would you choose
What would you want,
Would you want to live again ?

When despondent around you is your world
And, all you see is stones hurled,
When nothing is even, even words are crooked
The petals of Roses all shrunk and curled,
When twirl is different from the pirouette
And, all is twisted and cruelly twirled,
When gems lie at the Ocean’s bed
And, nothing above is ever pearled,
When lies abound all around you
Truth lies buried, not to be unfurled,
When that is the face of Reality
Ugly the mirror and the glass pane,
Would you want to live, again ?

When laughter and mirth have left the door
And, chickens at the barn cackle no more,
When all is clothed in sheer deception
Nothing ever comes to the front, the fore,
When rotten is all beyond belief
And, shaken is Belief beyond the core,
When all is lost in the whys and wherefores
When Reason is beleaguered, collared and more,
What would you do, to not give up
Would you fight to live some more
Or?

However bleak and dark the spirit
One star is all you need to see,
To light the paths that you tread
Unravel for you the mystery,
Resplendent, indeed, is Life for all
If the beacon within you, you keep alive,
That which flickers in the storms around
That Faith, that Hope, that never dies.

It’s a World that needs an overhaul
Where Men, as ants, wobble and crawl
Like the car that stalls, ready to fall,
Where pygmies roam as giants around
No one truly stands, tall.

That world needs an
Overhaul.

Let Hope not die in the human breast
We are alive and up to the test,
Plagues and Pandemics have visited before, and
With grit and resolve have been laid to rest.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 40 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)

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