One Last Hope

One last hope,

To drag myself in the rust of this world,

And surmise where we as human beings lacked.

One last hope,

To celebrate the last wedding with our nature,

Before it loses all her charm in lusty adjuration

Of masculine civilization.

One last hope,

To look back and cure the smog of lost efforts failing to resurrect the placid purity of Ganges.

I hate to surrender these days

Where a bunch of limited heads hung in shame.

Hope, accumulating with a cluster of fear,

Filled under the phobia of human flesh,

Slowly runs through the treacherous path

To win back the empire of pride

Where purred venoms can't just saddle Kisses on the air.

Silence hissing to my arrogant resolution,

Somehow pouring zeal to its core

And telling to accelerate my motion.

One last hope,

To never let the shaky legs lose the earth under the feet,

And paint spook to my soul.

Limitations are only for cowards,

Where ceilings make cracks for rays of Betrayal and feeble love with bleak smile faints in dust,

I am never in the herd of losers

Where one can sway lullabies of triumph in

The hollow air and then just runs away.

One last hope, one last hope

To unite the ignorants with the electrifying Humanity

And let them aspire for a twinkling future.