Hope is an emotion, yet we all own,
is cause of all the pain, though is well known.
Knowingly we all take it in-stride,
to just keep this bug alive.
It has a sweet poison for those of us,
who cannot refrain to contain.
Hope is also a rope that we tie,
yet, hand over to one who annoy.
As pain is inherited from Adam and eve,
so it is fine to hope and live.
Without it, we’ll be cynics,
with it you see, we are all in sync.
© Hari Prasad S