176.The Gift Of Miracles Poem by rajagopal haran

For the life so static
Hope is the wing
Perching in the soul

Learning from yesterday
Living for today
Hope is for tomorrow

Hope is the dream
Of the soul while awake
Dancing without music

Hope is a pillar
That holds up the world
Waiting for lifting people so high

Hope begins in the dark
Steering for the dawn
Driving mission success

Flight not from pleasure to pleasure
But from hope to hope
As nothing is left to gape

Humanity being ocean
A few drops dirty
Doesn’t turn it filthy

More pleasant to travel
Than the road built in despair
Though destination is same

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