Hope Never Dies
Isn’t it amazing, miraculous
to suddenly discover
signs of life, revival
after a deep, near fatal crisis,
rather virtual death?
Yes, it was unbelievable last morning
to see tiny, nascent green shoots
popping out from burnt, seemingly dead
branches of a sprawling jasmine creeper
and a harsingaar tree, occupying
two corners of our compound, for years,
in small white starry flowers
intoxicating the air with
their combined, heady fragrance.
How heart-warming it was,
touching indeed to discover
tiny shoots carrying
a message of life, and
the reassurance that there are
a lot more of them following.
A promise looked apparent
that soon, the dead twigs would resurrect,
like Phoenix from the ashes, and
the entire plants would turn green,
bubbling with life,
growing buds and flowers
to make the atmosphere pleasant,
alive yet again.
You know how that must have happened?
Hope … yes hope was the magic mantra
that produced the miracle.
The nature teaches that,
the plants learnt and followed that
and never lost the hope.
Hope, you know, never dies!
Let your hope never die!
Make it your mantra of life
to pull you through
the toughest times,
like my friends, the plants did