Hope

Hope.
Hope , like sprinklers
in my garden, rose and jasmine
withering and upfront ,
hope sits on my flattened body,
beckons my half dead will,
resuscitates to catapult
to the stars.
Hope by itself, a new leaf,
A new breath, a new life,
A new arena, spiralling,
A warming up, there were days
when I sat in a corner dismayed,
Hope like those sprinklers
revived my debunk spirits,
hope counsels , ‘’all you need to do
get up and , go to the garden,
today dry soil, barren stem,
tomorrow flowers blooming.
Hope, hope and hope .''