Monday, April 16, 2012

Hope is always there

the day i thought i am dead
hope whispered, no i am left

i gave another chance to my heart being theft
i realized soon, hope was correct

some moments gathered to hold my breath
even the ones that made me dead

a new glow was seen with full of its depth
the fragrance helped showing the rest

everybody around was shocked from the deft
by a joying voice from the heart in the fest

some heart beat is there with the zeal and zest
my heart is knocking like it was never dead


thanks for the hope for the blushing crest
i restarted the life waiting for the next death