Wings Of One Last Hope

With a dream to walk down lanes; with a fit and healthy body,

I wake up morns with a flame from clouds; perhaps from God.

Holding on to the flame of hope; I try with every might,

To climb up higher into the sky and kiss the ardent light.

Each day few crumbled dreams litter through my lanes,

I groan in pain; no words to speak with pairs of pearly veins.

Aching spine; swollen knees; my legs can walk no more,

Cocooned in my jumbled thoughts; I stare out through the door.

Months of agony and hopeless clouds float inside my mind,

Quivering with no flame of hope; no light my eyes could find.

Despite gloomy skies in dark hurling streaks of pain,

I walked in search of the ardent flame behind the murky rain.

I know in cases of swollen heart; still, a flame ignites,

Still in gloomy grooves inside; I can see some lights.

The brighter day with glistening hope smiles with a happy face,

The journey through the sullen clouds will be draped with grace.