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Hope never sets

The day held on to the sun
wishing for light to dwell a bit longer
The dull crimson, but, pulled away,
to a hue of blue; much deeper

A shadow of despair looked within
to bury its weariness; the heart felt empty
The day bid a tearful goodbye,
asking for grace from the Almighty

Elsewhere, a sunflower, mellow
perked up bright at the sun's warm kiss
It was her turn to finally glow;
A happy adieu to darkness

Life's wheel of light and dark
spins at its pace, but, with a purpose
Your time shall come,
Pray, keep alive the dying spark!






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  1. Such a languid yet loving poem that captures the beauty of the sunset. Perfect, Uma :)

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  2. Without hope, life would be so unbearable. Love your meaningful poem. ♥

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    1. Indeed, Kathy, we cannot afford to lose hope and faith. Thanks a lot, Kathy <3

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  3. That's so thoughtful Uma..enjoyed reading it!

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    1. thanks a lot, Parul. I'm glad you enjoyed it :-)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Vinitha. You're always encouraging :-)

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  5. The last verse is fabulous! Well done, Uma!

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    1. I'm humbled, Beloo. Many thanks for appreciating :-)

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  6. SO true .. HOPE is what keep life going for sure .. if that sets i am sure life will set too ..

    lovely poem

    Bikram's

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    1. True, Bikram and thanks for your encouragement :-)

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  7. Parul, Vinitha, Beloo and Bikram, apologies for replying late. I've been a bit tardy :-(

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