Brave is the one who is hopeful
Amidst despair and injustice
Courage is the week who stands his ground
Like a burning flame that never goes out
Survival is never delicate
And the endurance one needs
cannot be easily attained
Every time they take us down
Hope will nurse us back to life
And we will be reborn.
Destined to inherit the meek
Yet no storm can shake our still
Even nature is bound to bend
To the eyes carrying hope in them
There are ones who conform
Engulfed in fear to their very core
The ones writing their tragedies
Disguising their cowardice in every story
And when they call you a madman
And say it’s foolish to hope
Tell the cowards you’d rather be a fool
Than a man with no compass of his own
So I want you to hope like you breath
And In the face of cowardice flaunt the hope
That’s woven deep within your soul
I urge you to dare
And never to dehydrate your sense of hope
Till every last atom of you disintegrates
And continues to instil hope
In the ones who remain
-Vaishnavi Talkar
I urge you to dare and never to dehydrate your sense of hope.
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