Hope is like death; it is certain
Pramod Thomas is a Journalist and Poet based in Kerala, India.His first Poetry eBook was published in 2017. He lives in Kochi with his wife Stephena and daughters Ayaana and Ahaana.
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This road leads nowhere,
yet I want to carry on.
These curves are not obstacles,
but a different perspective;
The road-side tea shop,
like a good dream after a bad day,
is not a distraction,
but a good omen.
Come let’s cross the pandemic river,
with your might;
if you are naked,
wear the coat of hope,
wet, but useful.
The graves are carpeted with yellow and green grass,
only memories left like plastic bags on the beach,
there are countless graves-not hundreds, thousands…
The road leads to nowhere,
yet I want to finish it.
My shadow frightens me,
like a giant dog in a horror movie,
Any moment it will turn into a monster,
take out straws to sip my blood.
I am in search of my dear ones,
who lost their lives to a tiny creature.
This road leads nowhere,
but I want to find them.
Hope is like death; it is certain.
Image Credit: The Nation
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