26th 05, 2018

Friendly hands hesitant greet
Silence communication scents tough times
The moment rearing descent secret
Transforming landscape blues
Emptying final stock in scarcity
Hope, enduring hostility
Feasting of remains of dead end
When nothing goes to waste.
Of beautiful harvest and tower of wealth,
Would want to fantasise
Yet harshest times on earth punishes
Hope looked by life in years.