Meeta Virmani
Lady Irwin College, Delhi, India

Hope is a small word of four letters,
But just by its thought, it could make you feel better..

Hope has an age of infinite years,
As long as it remains with one, it guards them from all fears..

Hope comes to all, but all don’t believe in it,
To the ones who believe, Hope helps them in every bit..

Life here is full of uncertainty,
Money, health, fame can ditch anytime, anybody..

When we cling on what’s not permanent,
We make way for the future to repent..

Hope, however, comes to our rescue,
It brings a rainbow to cover the blues..

When everything is lost, Hope still remains,
It gives the vision to see gain in pain..

When everyone turns away, Hope still awaits us,
When fate becomes ruthless, Hope still has a blush..

Hope stays and Hope says,
All will be good, all we need is to pray..

Pray for oneself, Pray for others,
Pray for our enemies, who are still our brothers..

Hope promises to come to pure hearts,
Hope promises to take on it, all our darts..

So, Let us Hope for Hope to remain with us,
Let us bring out our goodness in surplus..

Hope, that is a small word of four letters,
May bless our thoughts today and forever..

My Home-Your Home- Our Home

By: Meeta Virmani
Lady Irwin College, New Delhi, India

This place where I live, I call my home,
The home as I know, leaves no one alone.

The home is my house, my community, my nation
The home is your house, your community, your nation.

When the home remains same for both me and you,
On what grounds then, are we divided in blues?

Why can’t my home be yours? Why can’t your mother be mine?
Why do we stay away? Between us, who drew this line?

This line which demarcates and differentiates your home from mine,
This line that is so destructive, so capable to obliterate the sublime.

Should we now pause for a cause, a pause to recreate the creation.
Which shuns away hatred, breaks away walls of discrimination!

I ask again, I request, if to you it seems fine.
Can my home be yours. Can your mother be mine?!