O hope,
You are a poison,
A poison that makes one see
Deranged halusinations of a non-existent future.
What's even point of hoipng,
Against all odds,
Everything will be fine,
With his back against a wall
And face against a shooting squad,
Why will Nepolene ever emerge victorious ?

But that's the point,
Isn't it?
You are the force that makes it possible,
To move and take on entire squad,
To stand your ground,
And hope against every odds,
You shall succeed,
Just like Leonidas and his Spartans,
They didn't succeed,
But they hoped.

I think,
I know your game,
O hope,
You are the contradiction,
That hapless situations will bring out
All the stubborness inside us,
To make possible something which is not possible,
Or atleast hoping to do so,
You are what you are, O hope,
A dry ocean, A flowery dessert,
A lost victory, A poisoned Holy Grail,
A contradicton that will wrong itself,
And now I know you,
Or atleast I hope I do.

©Radhe