Author: Avishi Shah, Class VIII F
Hope is indeed such a fickle thing,
For it makes the bleakest of winters spring;
You may fall down on the life’s slope,
But you will get up and that is hope;
In the dark, all you do is grope,
But you will find light and that is hope;
It will always make your heart swell,
But its absence is much like an empty well;
It can find what is lost,
Make us forget the cost;
Its intoxication is stronger than a drug,
Yet, it is a greater thief than any thug;
But hope, do wrap us in your shawl,
So that we may be shrouded from all.
