"A Plausible Hope"

Our star will be star on a day, uncertain,

Yet though, not know when what and how-uphill we'll hold;
On a day, uncertain, will be there, no traces of suffering in any abode,
This uncertainty will demise, on a day not certain.

And what to reflect upon papers smitten!

What of beggary to boast about!
Our leaders? Braggart all!
Our world? A food chain!

Feathering one's nest, is certain and the same,

Whosoever rules, rules out our ease, rules-out;
Braggart all, Yah! All consumers,
Birds of a feather braggart all.

Season of darkness will cease on a day, equivocal,

Eternity of winter, of despair, will acquire no room;
Roots of hope will shoot in spring,
Season of light will last for good on a day, equivocal.

Our world will be utopian and serenity will prevail, Sure;

The sufferings of humanity
On a day won't haunt, Certain;
On a day, will end all the sufferings of sufferers,
But all for ghosts, for sure, and all in vain.

By Raheel Shah~
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