Written by: Benit Shrestha - 21105, Grade XI
Posted on: 10 November, 2019
The wind was howling,
The sky was black, the night darker
The path full of bumps, but she moves on
On to new destinations full of new challenges
Till the break of dawn
Then only does she rest
The ray that guides us all
Bright and loving
She protects us from what lurks in the dark
But every now and then she gets lost
Forgotten by everyone
All that remains is the eerie silence and eternal darkness
Until comes she better than ever
Inspiring and motivating the crowds
She Blooms but no one knows
She's the hero less known
Best believe in her or cease to exist
But what does she want
All her needs hidden beneath a mist
But still she blooms
But still she blooms..
(Note: The `She` in this short poem refers to Hope.)
