Hope - Aishwarya Kalia Ahuja
An Illusionary Friend
(Poem Based on the value of the month of May - Hope)
An ingenuine crowd always around,
But I talked to an illusion and the voice reverted sound:
"Everything'll be fine one day",
"You'll also see a sunshine ray"
Illusion was optimistic, if it sustained,
And this was how my hope maintained
Echoes were growing familiar
And set off a voice which I always wanted to hear.
Was this smart cookie an acointier?
It (so -well- knew-me) triggered in a brief encounter.
Why did it only linger in the twilight?
Was it an elf who sank into the obscure eyesight?
And it was growing so intimate,
When I closed my eyes, it dwelled and dominate.
Finally, I transcended my contemplation
A soul's voice misapprehended for illusion!