HOPE

In the depths of darkness, where shadows reside,
Where despair wraps its tendrils, and dreams subside,
There blooms a flicker, a flame that ignites,
A force so mighty, a beacon of light.

It's hope that whispers in the dead of night,
With gentle words, it soothes the soul's fright,
It tells us to endure, to keep moving on,
To dance through storms, until they are gone.

When storms of life rage, with thunder's roar,
When bitter winds howl and troubles soar,
Hope stands tall, unwavering and strong,
A symphony of courage, a tranquil song.

It braces our spirits when the path seems unclear,
Guiding us forward, casting away our fear,
It lifts our weary hearts, battered and sore,
Reminding us there's always something more.

For hope is the solace in our darkest hour,
The ember of strength that blossoms like a flower,
It tells us to live, to endure and believe,
That better days await, if we just hold on and perceive.

Hope paints a canvas with vibrant hues,
In the canvas of life, it offers new views,
It shows us the possibilities that lie ahead,
And nurtures our dreams, like words unsaid.

Through trials and tribulations, hope takes flight,
Like a phoenix rising, empowered by its might,
It reminds us to cherish each breath we take,
To embrace the unknown, and learn from the ache.

So when despair knocks, let hope be your guide,
Embrace its embrace, let it in your stride,
For in the depths of hardship, it stands ever true,
A reminder to live a little longer, and see life anew.

Imran Nazeer

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