Hope



 Sweet, gleamy buds sway

Waiting eagerly to bloom

An ounce or an inch

A hope Every day

Past was dark Buried down there


A glimmer Behold!

Glistening new dawn is here

an ounce or an inch

A new rising hope

eagerly waiting, today!


Neither storm could  thwart

Nor any drought could dismay

fresh, new beginning

an ounce or an inch

Full with lots of hope, today!

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