In the hope, that one, or, the other day,
We lived, forgot, died, with ‘might or may’!
Heard from someone what once was true,
Ne’er saw nor witnessed nor wore its hue!
Incessant lives, came & gone, in -> hope,
We hear again, to jump on another rope;
How many millennia & souls in the void fall?
OR, you evolve again from where, ashes call!
My words may be true, or, maybe wrote in hope,
As I read that Hope like a nomad flies, & roam;
What if the past, we always pull all along,
To see in future, a mirage, & repeat melancholy song!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026