Each day ends with hope. <br />The next day comes with a new hope. <br />It doesn't matter, how much will you obtain? <br />But hope always relieves our pain. <br /> <br />It doesn't matter, how much you have suffered? <br />But the hope has been a friend of your painful heart. <br />Hope is a friend made with divine essence, <br />never makes us exaggerative; but saves our soul of being a desert. <br /> <br />So, HOPE, You do exist in our soul, in our heart <br />and, of course, in our luck. <br />Bad times already have punished me- <br />but You always rescue my life against the Dark.<br /><br />BIBHAKAR DUTTA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-680/
