If hope is drained out,
As sand sinking from fist.
Well; I doubt,
Thing is dead,
Somatic shell without spirit.

Manifestation of living,
Eyes glow with hope,
Smile with hope,
Wipe years for hope,
Tolerates for hope.

Remedy of illness,
Solution of every trouble,
Faith for bright days.
Alas! A rare resource,
Valuable moral,
Final in Pandora's Box.

By Khushi Joshi
11:02 AM

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