Hope

By Megha Sharma

If hope had a face, it will be of a mother waiting for you to call.

If hope were some words, it will be what a father will say to his daughter’s spouse.

Hope taking a shape of emotions will be a dog resting on the door for his owner.

Hope becomes a number when a poor start counting his wage.

Walking on a journey is hope when your destination is faith.

Hope is to have seasons, days and night, hope is to have years of sun and rain.

Hope for us is to see God in “Life after Death”.

Like it is Hope for a foetus to see Mother in “Life after Delivery”.

By Megha Sharma