Umeed: A Drop Of Hope

Through the streets wander young champs 

Beating the heat and taking their stand,

 

Masters from varsity come to water the growing plants

Rejoicing and studies came together as a common stat.

 

No one knows where the future lies.

One thing is clear, masters have something to tie.

 

Don't know whether they come to transform or to be transformed.

Who knows how will they reform?

 

Similar marble will make proper tiles.

But we need to decipher things behind those wide smiles.

 

No doubt ... future lies in the present.

The Hazy thing is how to clear hesitantly.

 

Seeing this in suburbs.

One thing is clear, a growing plant will help another to develop.

 

Reading, crying, and smiling: they will  grow.

They will develop enthusiasm and grow.

 

No matter how crumbling walls and dingy houses will affect.

One thing is clear they will decipher things out of defect.

 

Who knows how the walls will be?

Who knows the scenario of the suburbs in future?

 

The irony is that these champs don't know what their scenario will be.

One thing is clear, they are ready to fight wherever they will be.

 

Run ... run ... run ... master said.

Stop ... stop ... stop ... the wall said.

 

Social studies tell them to follow the master.

Parents tell them to analyse the situation.

 

Yes, they are in a trap.

But their jaws are strong enough to cut it through...

 

Rough and tough the lifestyle is.

Happy and confident the smile is.

 

Rather, they win or lose.

They will fight for the prize.

 

They are different, they are fresh.

They are out of distraction and trash.

 

Though they are facing uncertainty galore,

But on the other side, they have many things to explore. 

 

Living around a high building.

Thier faces still seem to be striving.

 

The biggest irony is that they are living in the vicinity of the organisation of health.

Still fighting for the concern of health.

 

Truth is that they are seeing the world through a hole.

But still, they are finding their role. 

 

They have the open sky as their roof.

But the upper class is not aloof.

 

What do have they in mind about buildings?

What did they think about cars?

 

Are they confining their demands

Or their demands are confined with birth?

 

Many questions are unanswered.

Many situations are difficult and weird.

 

In the process of raising, they will fall.

But the question who will stand tall.

 

They are the answer to the future.

And they are coming with the desire to nurture.

 

Still, the wind is blowing smooth.

Time will spend wondering about the roof.

 

Sun will be brighter one day!