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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Am a passionate Bengali from Kolkata, has been living in Mumbai, India, for many years. My passion for poetry led me turn into a published poet, a content writer.
My love for music instigated me to become a classical vocal singer.
I am passionate about blogging , and maintain a YouTube channel too. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature and Education.
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