Man lives with hope, <br />And dies with hope, <br />Hope is a thing, <br />For all the wings. <br /> <br />Pain and pleasure, <br />Dotting phases of leisure, <br />Some are born to smile and enjoy, <br />Others with miseries and die like toys. <br /> <br />Hope is a deceiver and racist, <br />In thy world apartheid exists, <br />It is false and hollow, <br />Few smiles but many dies like flies, <br /> <br />World is a big crematorium, <br />Here mind and heart cease to work. <br />Where every body struggles for hope, <br />But majority perishes unblessed. <br /> <br />Parched lips and hollow belly, <br />Leave no space to lay in peace. <br />Death embraces them before date, <br />Uncared, unloved and unwanted. <br /> <br />O! Almighty God, bring out the funeral, <br />Of racism, quota, and reservation. <br /> Bless all with merit, <br />And fulfill the dying Hope. <br /> <br /> <br />From: <br />DR. Yogesh SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-224/
