Such a drudgery of days lived
A state of frozenness of time
Life, after all, is still moving.
Seeds of beauty grace and honour
Reside within, nourished –
By the tears of sorrow and pain.
When is hope’s grandeur
To touch life’s quiet sacred suffering
Ponder and dream, of prayers and longing.
Sometimes, hope is an illusion forever
Broken pieces of life garner
The uncarved path to hope.
May be illusion, may be dream,
Is how this life is like, now.
Imaginings and visions continue.
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