The Bird Of Hope

By Deepak Nair

Hope is a bird that sings in the night,

A melody that echoes through the darkness, so bright.

It flits and flutters in the mind,

A symbol of a new beginning to find.

It whispers of a tomorrow, unmarred by sorrow,

Of a life that's worth living, without any borrow.

It speaks of a light that shines in the dark,

A beacon of warmth, to leave the coldness of the heart.

But hope is also fragile, like a bird in flight,

Easily scared away by the winds of plight.

It may be fleeting, like a shooting star,

Gone in an instant, leaving behind a scar.

And yet, we still hold on, to that bird of hope,

For it's the only thing that can help us cope.

It's the thing that keeps us going, day by day,

The thing that helps us push through, come what may.

So let us hold fast, to that bird of hope,

For it's the only thing that can help us cope.

For it's the light that guides us through the darkest of days,

The only thing that can chase away our heart’s grim phase.

By Deepak Nair