Power of Hope

By Priyanbada Sarkar

The tired soul under the night sky,

Stares at the Moon with head held high.

Complaining to Beauty with despair,

How the world always made her suffer.

Prayers that carried the taste of the ocean,

The Soul that yearned to see a glimpse of the solution.

Hope that refused to fade away,

An epitome of guidance that showed the way.

Shining like a vibrant light,

With an intention to make everything bright.

Transforming the colors of sadness,

Into different shades of happiness.

The Moon glorifying the soul with praise,

For a new dawn that holds God's Grace.

By Priyanbada Sarkar