dev-pitta

I see no hope
no mirage to console
no stars to guide
no rainbow to comfort

moving in the valley
valley of grief
streams of tears
dewdrops of sweat
forward and forward
passage not ending
up above
skies shooting down the umbrella of dark clouds

at an unknown fraction of moment
i hear the thunder and flashes of lightning 
to ignite hope again
for the showers of joy & peace
oh! that mirth is my dream
and i drenched in that dream

thrusting, hoping, living
that it ill be true one day


© 2014 Pitta S Dev