Hope It is by this thin fragile line called hope that we lead life, calling on God during times of desperation, seeking love and warmth from the one nearby during times of unease, snuggling with our pillow during times of fear, It is a wonder that life still runs its smooth course on a "road" much trampled and uneven, the theist would propound that God instills in him a strength to live in the face of adversity, the atheist would propound that it's man's own will to live that enables him to live life, Is it a gift endowed by God? Why then are there exceptions , when one decides to end this life? A sudden rupture in life's cords, Into the depthless ocean of darkness we fall - some call it eternal sleep. Where then is this thin fragile line of Hope amidst the turbulence of life ?
Reason for writing:
This poem is a reflection on the emotion called Hope that enables us to face adversity and at the same time on people who have impulsively severed their life cord during times of extreme trauma.I was wondering why this emotion called Hope had not saved this people's lifes.
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