By Tejasvee Nagar
I am trying my best,
Walking on rocky roads is tough so,
I am taking small steps,
I am holding hope like a baby holding onto their mother’s hand for the first time.
Hope has the first inclination to arrive when I am dejected because it has a mother’s sense,
She can’t see me in pain.
So, I try.
I am stuck and can’t write about it further,
As my eyes droop down,
While hope covers me with a warm blanket,
And I smile in my sleep seeing dreams of waking up tomorrow with a glint in my eye,
The night will polish the pearl enclosed in my oyster like eyelids.
I see a tomorrow,
It exists before me,
Even though I write this half heartedly,
I know hope shall check upon me a thousand times,
And when you have your shadow walking besides one side,
And hope towards another,
You don’t count your days,
You leave a remark on time,
And hold on to each minute.
Tejasvee Nagar are an avid reader from India. Their pronouns are he/she/they. They follow literary news and keep themselves updated about the literary world as they plan to pursue their degree in English. They have a keen interest in poetry, cooking, baking as well as creating playlists for leisure. They have published their first book ‘What sails through a writers dream’ which you can find on Amazon. You can also follow them on Instagram @facadeofwords
Hot Pot Magazine 