THE HOPE



THE HOPE


Am I
A slave of  traditions
Pursuing mindless follow-ups
Of amassed experiences 

Am I
Just a fossil
Buried deep into antiquity 
Do I have the hope
To change things that I can
Or 
Disappear in the tunnel of traditions
I ask myself 
Can society ever be a dead log 

We are the society 
We are the seeds of hopes 
We are the seeds of probabilities

Let the seeds of energies
Be soaked in aspirations
Let the fruition begin
Of fruits and of flowers

Flowers of change
Loved and nourished
We are the seeds of possibilities

We are the society
We are the hope personified 
The only hope
Of the beautiful world


                                             
                                                     ________

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