Hope.....

Dusk takes over at the sea side, bringing about gloominess with it.
Just like a certain phase of life accompanied by anxiety and depression.
A thing i hold on tightly in my fist slips into the sea.
Just as the instinct slips into the vast ocean of sorrow.
Darkness acts its role by casting over densely obstructing the path ahead.....
But then arrives a bright wave bringing back with it the thing i had lost.
Just like hope restores back the lost instinct.
Radiance of dawn is revealed.
Small rays if sunshine stride the darkness.
Just as joy springs into like making unknown the phase of depression.
Hope is eternal only if preserved.
Hope helps one to survive, only if one make hope survive.