In a bag of emotions,
hope is a potent potion.
Promise of persistence,
Desire for fulfillment of a vision.
An itch, a hankering,
a wish for a miracle,
a last straw, a longing,
a personal pinnacle.
A logic defying craving,
wishes on life’s ascend,
maybe, day dreaming,
or to simply transcend.
Hope can be a deep yearning,
stubbornly defying reasoning,
In rain, wish of sunshine,
blossoming of flower on dry vine.
Pining for good results after a test,
when nerves astray, from east to west,
like a desired end to a thriller,
hope is both a pillar and a glimmer.
Published by Shalini Kathuria Narang
Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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