Inside this tranquil emotion lies myriad thoughts of mine. Hope is like an endless pit. It’s like a tunnel you cannot stop falling into. Just like the tunnel in Alice in Wonderland. It is an iridescent flower in the garden of darkness. Just when you thought it was the end, this nonchalant thought pops up. And then hope takes over your mind. And in the end, you end up winning the match. You end up winning the challenge. It is exactly like a kaleidoscope: blooming and blooming with happy colours. Does anybody remember the ancient Greek story including Prometheus and Epimetheus and Pandora? Well, I don’t criticise Pandora for bringing the evils of life into this world. I actually appreciate her for bringing them, and also for bringing the concept of hope. Can you imagine how much hope can do to the mind of a homeless person? How much it can help?
Well, this is a poem which I wrote. Hope you like it!!!!
Hell was peeping through his sky,
All he wanted was one more time;
He looked around amidst his cry,
All were extravagant but couldn’t spare him a dime.
He felt around his cheeks where,
He had been lashed for taking food;
He already had it clear,
That this world was actually no good.
Tears came streaming down his eyes,
For his sister had just perished of hunger;
He had tried a million times,
To shut down all his anger.
But trying was no good to him,
And all he did was wonder;
Wonder about all those men,
Who had the world at their fingers.
All around him people were passing,
All rich, rich and rich;
Only one of them seemed to care about,
She knelt down in front of him,
Asked him his name;
And in a trembling voice,
The plebeian said, “Ma’am, I’m Benjamin.”
She told him to unclench his fist,
And dropped umpteen coins and smiled;
And Benjamin’s heart was an unkempt beast,
As he had never thought that anyone could ever be so kind.
He muttered a small, “Thank you.”
And she just smiled and left;
But he didn’t have enough words to thank her,
So he just smiled and wept.
But the greatest unanswered question,
Was for the world to answer;
The same question throughout the generations,
What about the ‘Plebeian’?