Gust of Hope

Gust of Hope 

Across the fields of happiness, 
It keeps on marching. 
Along the unpaved paths of sorrow 
It stumbles and stands again.
Under the foliage of uncertainty 
It often gets frozen.
Over the bright horizon of colours 
It soars high.
Amidst the forest of dark times
It gets lost at times.
On the sidewalks of life
It fosters in every soul.
A gust of hope it is,
Sweeps away the mist of despair every time.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

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