Another Hope.. Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

When the first hope breathes its last
Another one begins to crawl.
A future stares at it though.

When the crawling ends for once
It sits and looks around
And then reaches out to objects far.

It studies at the school of optimism
But the hands of pessimism grip it next
And it wears an attire of illusion.

The hope blooms in a withering smile
As the images of illusion snare at it for long
And there goes the home bell - it should leave.

It returns to a home deserted
By the lone guardian the bold ego -once a strong friend too
And finds no solace in the vacant chambers of the mind.

The second hope lives alone -how hard!
But no terror enters its domains - ah!
For it should live for a race in dismay...