Hope

There’s something that keeps my hopes alive,

It may be stupidity but still is serenely sweet.

If it is to our deaths that each one of us goes,

Is it not more pleasant, to go,

Sweetly hoping to survive?

Does too much hope qualify to be ‘stupidity’?

Meaning in converse, that,

A little less stupidity qualifies as ‘hope’.

Can a sword that’s coming to sever my neck,

Suddenly melt on making contact?

Can a rock that is falling on my head,

Fall, and still not kill me?

Can everything that is going wrong,

Suddenly turn out ok?

Can someone who is slowly dying,

Stand cured in the end?

Is it being hopeful?

Or, is it plain stupidity?

Is stupidity ‘hope’ that is over-speeding?

And, does it if it goes too slow,

Become ‘pessimism’?

Who lays down the speed limits?

20 kmph in residential areas,

40 kmph in cities,

60 kmph and more on highways,

And even then,

There are accidents everywhere,

In which no one survives.