Dew Drops of Hope

In the whirlpool of 

Hope 

and Imagination's 

distant green eyes 

We hallucinate 

of all good things 

and imbibe plenty good vibes 

As it beings to mesmerize 

We fantasize rich vibrant colours 

And we smell some damn good flowers 

We feel as if 

The Sun is shining its morning glory 

On petals of violets; and 

Feathers of nightingales 

We touch and feel... 

The peace of dew drops' 

that each hope brings 

But what I hate to see 

Is the sight of the droplet falling off its leaf..

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely piece Prathama as a metaphor for not losing hope but told in a natural tale.

[PP]

Thank you so much John, glad you liked it :)

[Rita L. Sev]

We touch and feel the peace of dew drops that each hope brings... This is such a lovely sentiment, nicely wrapped in nature's images. When that droplet falls... is there no more hope? Great poem, Prathama!

*In this line: "As it beings to mesmerize" - did you mean "begins"?

[PP]

Thank you so much Rita and o yeas that is begins...! My typo is getting bad day by day :) LOL thank you pointing that out hun :)

[Jack...]

Extremely sof and beautiful with a touch of sadness at the end. Very nice my friend.

[PP]

Thank you Jack for your very kind words :)