Hope Poem by Avinash Menon

A place far inside the country
Untouched and in all its glory
With its endless green embrace,
Where tall mountains are at calling distance

The foggy memories that can never fade
So calm, so intense, a withering charm
Rivers flow make music for soul
Memories come back, strong and bold

A stroll is what I need to forget it all
I don't need the cities I don't need the wall
I need the gentle breeze to bring them all
This expanse is what one needs

Here I stand engulfed in this endless trance
So calm, so intense, a withering charm
How hard it is to deflect these thoughts
The time has come for us to return

to the place where it all began
To trace our cause for all must end
The truth lies here, I am sure it is
I hope then I am not far behind.