Hope Is Alive

A Poem by Amit Amola

As the sun set in dawning style,

But not as similar to the morning time.

I moved in the dark with my withering steps

As some of the successor went laughing by.

Little time ago, I too was in this race

But soon got lost due to my own mistakes.

I am walking alone in this nightmare dark,

With fog helping the rivals, in diminishing my spark.

Soon some passed with their successful stride

With their lights opened at ultimate height.

In my lost world, when hope was shorted sight

I found the right path, and went straight aright.

Soon that barrier of faultiness was deprived

And I got this feeling that:-

Hope Was Still Alive