Hope.

Puratan Pani
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read
To be or not to be.

When the warmth of my winters was gone:

I learnt to embrace the cold.

And when nights grew harsh upon morning,

I winced and capered to cope.

When all was battered on a silent night,

I ran from slumber to an awakening!

The sunny gates of solitude threw wide open,

To welcome the disheartened, the despaired soul.

I gave up to give in more.

I bore the thought to let go,

I hurled the brush to paint hope.

My musings they go out of the window now,

I know now, for whom the bell tolls!

Let a hundred flowers bloom!

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