Poem

HOPES

I've seen many lives
With the heart broken
And the head shattered
Struggling for the last breath
So have i seen many deaths

Sympathy and empathy
Are so vague, when the feeling is dearth
Humanity and fraternity
Are so fake, as ideals with no cause

When in the dusk, the darkness spreads
I happen to cover my eyes with hands
Of course not denying its existence
Nor is it my fright to face
Perhaps it is a silent protest
Against all human meanness and darkness

Oh yes,
I had an instinct to wait for the dawn
To see the first warm ray
That'd begin a grand new day
There'd be a faint golden tinge of hope
Beyond the thick cloud, fog or so
And hopefully, the bright day light
would open for all the tranquil sight

So i catch the scalpels and the stethoscope
With all my dreams and the biggest hope
When the heart is broken as ever
May i transplant a new,that'd still do
When the head is shattered to pieces
May i do plastic surgery, that'd be cool
But sorry for the things where my scalpels fail
I can do nothing but prey and prey
That the feelings never be broken
And the hopes never be shattered