My Hope will Survive

My Hope will Survive!

Surely, he will come from behind the distant beeline of house tops and green trees,

And I am waiting to hug my prince charming,

Till eternity; time will flow on the wings of

Winds blowing leisurely outside;

I am weaving a tapestry of most beautiful

Future lying ahead with my slender fingers;

Am I daydreaming? Sometimes, I think so;

The positive vibes are coming from the bright

Rays of the resplendent sun, giving me hope,

And a reason to survive in my make-believe world; I will stand for immeasurable time

On the threshold of my narrow room,

And visualize only your mesmerizing presence;

I will surely tell you my secret of waiting

For so long, even when I know that you are

Always near me; I can hear your footfall

Approaching me like the gentle rainfall in summers.

Come soon, my sweetheart, before the mingling of my hope with the downhill sun

Wallowed in the pitch dark of dying aspirations.