Hope

A child trying to reach for a kite,

Dark clouds passing by,

It's night but yet there is light,

In the above blue sky.

The child's hands, blackened by the night.

So is the blackened flying kite,

Is it because of the night?

Or is it because of the light?

There is a snow-capped mountain range,

A scenario that is beautifully strange.

A beauty to be seen by the discerning eye.

Against the backdrop of an azure blue sky.

The dark cloud passing by will pass away.

So will the darkness in the scene one day.

Crescent, in the sky, is such a lovely sight,

Gives beauty to the glowing night.

Nature's beauty brought alive in the scene.

Clouds, mountains, sky, child, crescent,is seen.

The child extending his hand in the night.

The hope of catching the flying kite.

Hope is the only thing he has got.

But then that is also saying a lot.

Hope means everything in his own way.

Catch that kite he will hopefully one day.