Dregs Of Hope Poem by Vidur Mohta
Dregs Of Hope
My innuendoes fall on deaf ears,
I hark back past fears,
The relic of the urge expressed,
Dressed in a suit of regret,
I await his try to placate,
The feelings of contempt & hate,
Yet, I drag through, unperturbed,
Determined not to forswear & forsake,
I look towards horizon, searching options,
With dregs of hope I still nurture,
One day it will all make sense,
I reason myself to this question.
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