A new-comer

Lonely, on road to new lands,

I move, with horses, swift and gallant,

I am hope, the survivor,

I live to conquer, to rise higher.

Down in the muddy streams,

I breathe out lofty dreams,

I am wish, the industrious farmer,

I live to grow, to spread farther.

Fluttering in the womb of a mother,

I survive, oblivious of every danger,

I am life, an untainted new-comer,

I live to love, to wish, to hope.

Hope - the saviour

Squashed

 

Smashed

and thud!

life distant

joy forsaken!

still lingering on,

clutching the hems of hope,

the heart....

does not PERISH !!

it is a monster

that refuses to slumber!!!!