A silver streak in dark

filled in with the hopelessness
there lay a pink rose
sheltered by the dark of night
as disturbed as it chose

whence came the sunlight
sweeping in through the open door
it shut itself and scorned away
then howled in cries of gore

days passed and moved as hands of clock
the pink began to fade
the hue began to darken up
with monotonous shades of jade

'no hopes no light for me' it felt
I'm born to live in dark
to bear this pain all days all night
was all it thought and marked

what lay ahead it never saw
and never reached for hope
never tried to free itself out
from wretched doom's rope

it became what it never was
and hence ended its life
just because what it always thought of
was not hope but only strife

though life is same not for all
but it always gives you chance
to free yourself from negative's rope
and bathe in joy of dance

don't loose your hope, never do
you might soon see your spark
for someone said, there always lies
a silver streak in dark


-Neha

16th Jan 2009