Hope

Hope

Hope sits on the top of a full branched tree,
Green leaved, in the grip of full-blown Spring,
as green as prosperity in a glass vial,
till yesterday, jollity struck
swinging along with the jubilant parrots,

sudden glimpse of a bleating cow,
Hope sees on the other side of the mountain,
environment goes berserk,
hope is slowly melting as ice cubes,
transparent white chunks thaw and liquefy,

do I have a future, where do I go?
Hope introspects sad and bemuse,
Ageless rocks of the mountain, ready to
disband the inhibited tears of hope, say,
look at us sturdy, even mighty waves
cannot shake us, hope! hope!hope!