We all experience gloomy situations in our life. Destructions happen in our life, without our authorization. We are desperate and worn out in those times. Every bit of our life and our survivability are tested in those times.
But, Hurray! A single pint of hope can help us to restore ourselves. Let's pray for hope. Let's have hope, and spread hope and optimism in the world.
The depression of destruction is unexplainable, as well as the power of a small spark of hope. My poem "Revival and Restoration" is explaining both. Let's read together my poem.
REVIVAL AND RESTORATION
Will our enervated souls be robust once again
To arise from our collapse?
Can our fragile hearts wipe away
Our lingering fear perennially?
Oh! Our cheerful life with blithe days!
Alas! Our glorious city with noble prime!
Oh! Our euphoric days with our kindred!
Alas! Our magnolious state with benignant people!
In a snap of a second,
We lost them altogether.
In the blink of an eye,
Our life was tremendously altered.
The fragrance in the sprightly home
Was faded into the subterranean land.
Hopelessness is inhaled desperately
By our grimaced hearts.
Who are we right now?
Unfortunate mortals and pitiful paupers?
What is for us here and now?
Shrieking cold and numbing fear?
Can we rise again to survive
In this overturned space with our downcast hearts?
Can we originate our life anew
From this ruins with our weary arms?
We will rise and revive afresh
From wreckage and zilch.
We can establish our life again
In this colossal bare land.
A Mighty Hand above us
Will be our chief aid.
Let's hold our hands together
To build us a new empire!
D. Jenita Pushpa
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