"Hope."

By Khushbu Khetawat

Hope, a cruel illusion of the mind,

That taunts us with its light,

A false comfort that we can find,

In the depths of the night.

It's the mirage that we chase,

In the desert of our soul,

But it disappears without a trace,

Leaving us broken and whole.

Hope, a treasure that we cannot keep,

A gift that we cannot share,

It's the promise that we cannot reap,

And the burden that we must bear.

So let us forget about hope,

And let it fade away,

For with hope, we will never cope,

And we will always stray.

By Khushbu Khetawat