The Colour of Hope

Polly Handique

The unseen fortune

All the world, possessed

The aroma of prosperity

The people, the magnanimity.

Occult of the fleshes and bloods

The myriad dreams, and flood

The swinging strings of hope

Played by the humane folk.

The land of belief

If they fulfilled, a relief

If the fiasco peeps

Seldom weep.

Hope, hope and hope

Twinkles at the heart of yours

The heart touches the zenith

And renders cheer and blithe.

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Poet Polly Handique

is an artiste and lives

in Guwahati

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