Hope

Nature indeed is full of hope, 

Which gives everybody of us a chance to fly,

Upon the sky,

Of dreams and thrust of hope,

On which all of us can rely.

But for this, we have to make serious efforts,

To clinch the rope,

Of secret opportunities which is ready to slip,

From our hands like a slimy soap.

                         

Many of our fortunes flip,

Because we always tend to slide down the slope,

Of difficulties and mostly we try them to skip,

Procrastinating and having a hope,

That everything will be as easy as to have a sip,

Of tea than to flip,

Our destiny by holding the hands of hard work in our grip.

     

Everyday we wake up in this world, 

Full of uncertainties,

And endless possibilities,

Only having a hope that,

Today we will be free of all difficulties,

Without thinking for a moment that ,

Hope is the place ,

Where all our problems starts and ends,

Depending upon whether our intentions towards,

Everything is good or bad.