By Sangita Kansal
Originally published in Indigo Dreams in February 2023
To bloom with hope is a decision And so is to wither with pessimism. The fainthearted succumb to negativity Etching out lives of misery. Dispel the thick clouds of darkness By radiant flames reaching nirvana. Ignite the spark of light, With a spiritual torch in troubled times. Innermost depths of anguished struggle, Transforms despair to happiness. Darkest nightly hour precedes joyful dawn, Every death is followed by a fresh new- born. If a star of hope is kept alive Sparkling majestic towers we climb. Dreams be created from barrenness Unleashing flowers of benefit. A cave shrouded in darkness for aeons, With a flickering candle instantly brightens. Optimism is life’s gilded treasure A magic weapon unleashing courage. A man desolate without mission Is lacklustre losing his battle, Dwells on ghostly regrets Remaining disturbed and shackled. War, hunger, pestilence, blights our century, It yearns for beacons of hope and champions of victory. Not the elites, but the trampled ordinary Will move our tragic tide of history!
Sangita Kansal is a poet from England.