our fuel is hope
eloped is the spark without
a rudderless boat like a blind scout
the base is shaken
layers seen slipped
when fear of uncertainity creeps in
like the wings of free bird clipped
the bird should sing, sing aloud
feel the breeze taste the cloud
sit in the nest and i will shoo
fly with a wing, if devoid of two
the bird wants to kiss the sky
is meant to, rather high
it is the wind of hope without which,
even the best cannot fly
they say, all is in mind
mind, the generator, the consumer
of hope, of will, of meaning
fuel it on your own and trudge the roughs
that far only a few great i seen going
alas, impossible it is without HIM following
the creator of doubt is mind
the destroyer of doubt is it
doubt kills the soul
has no base, no reasoning to sustain
a consumer of the kingdoms, the wealth, the man
eraser of good hope can only wipe free the stain
writing is easy
reading is easier
following it is none of them
Hardship, the give up of hope
that loss of sense and tact,
Is a way to make you introspect
an opportunity to reflect
Used it and rose higher were they
the phoenixes who have in them
what it takes to resurrect
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