Hope

— Jyotirmoy Bhattacharya



I want to see the sunrise tomorrow.
It has been a long dark night.

No sign of luck, only a lamentation leading to decay —
decay of the rotten mind,
decay of character, and decay of the very roots —
So severe that it bleeds from the very core,
like water gushing out of a hot spring.

No sign of justice before punishment.
As ears can’t listen to the cry of ashes —
Ashes of a burning heart,
ashes of pre-historic courage and passion,
which doubt its own existence.

I know I can’t take it!
Creatures of the dark are burnt by the Sun.
Still, I want to see the sunrise tomorrow.