HOPE.......a good start for everything i guess...

DRENCHED SHE STANDS

AGAINST THE COLD WINTER WINDS.

DRENCHED IN GRIEF AND DESPAIR-

THE MOON SHINES GLORIOUSLY,

AS NIGHT FALLS, STEALING

ALL HER DREAMS AGIAN.

SHE STANDS THERE,

STARING AT A FLICKERING CANDLE,

PONDERING OVER STRENGTH,

STRENGTH PUT UP BY THE WEAK LIGHT

AGAINST THE RUTHLESS WIND.

AND THERE, IT CROSSES HER MIND-

SHE STANDS THERE

NOW WITH "HOPE"

BESIDE A SEPULCHER OF MISERIES

THE HOPE, THE LIGHT WILL SUSTAIN THE WIND.

THE HOPE, THE SUN WILL COME AGAIN.

THE HOPE, SOON THERE WILL BE SPRING.

 SHE STANDS THERE

WITH A FAINT SMILE

FAINT, BUT STRONG

STRONG AS THE HOPE BUILT ALONG

THE FACADE OF MELANCHOLY, FOR LONG.

KNOWING, THINGS WILL HAVE A "NEW BEGINNING".

-VAISAKHI MISHRA