Hope Does Exist Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Hope leaves
and my vehement desires go in vain-
love has left this life
gifting so much pain.

Indolent life of meaningless passion,
bestowing vague promises
decreases the impression
and the world of admonition.

In that mid day, a strong man came;
He had a smiling face and said, 'Oh, my little son
those days were clumsy-
hope does exist, and now it's your turn.'

I thought a lot-
is he the owner who owns the heaven, and rules the hell?
Well, I have stayed in both;
and now, it's time to follow his glory
He wants something,
and I am ready to sacrifice and sustain.