Forlorn Hope

By Amitrajit Sarkar

Hope has the wings that perched on the twigs

So tender that filled with uncertainty

Survive if able to take off that remarkable glide

If makes the wind its friend not foe

If the sun shine brightly in clear sky

or able to fly in the moonlit night

storm or gale, sleet or pain

It must preserve that warmth to keep going

on and one tantalizing and tormenting

Forced to land on the ruggedness without any compass to find

the direction

Get going not understanding where

But with the destination fixed

One day reaching would be ceremonious

for you and I

By Amitrajit Sarkar