The Hidden Whispers in the Mists
Hope a blanket that keeps you warm
even when you are going through the toughest of storms.
She sings a lullaby
so delicate so mellow
and becomes an anchor
when thoughts swirl in your mind like tornados.
Hope feels like a hand
that puts the fallen stars back in your sky.
A gentle whisper reminding you
that you will be alright.
She fixes the broken parts, that you never thought would heal
and gives you a new meaning to life
a new reason to believe.
She is the light
that you’ll see in a dark tunnel.
A shine that will never fade
a spark always ready to ignite.
Hope the feeling that keeps everyone’s spirits alive.
She is the reviver that brings the lost emotions back to life.
Hope the seed planted in our soul’s garden,
where flowers bloom with petals that have never fallen.
Hope
the effortless truth that cascades in the mists.
A message I would like to tell you, my dear hope
“I exist because you exist.”
About the Poet
Niharika Ranjith has always found peace and joy when she express myself through ink and paints. I am Niharika Ranjithfrom India, and I have hopes and dreams to be part of a good cause to change the world and wish tomake my family proud. If I could describe myself in 3 words I would choose joyful, passionate, andhardworking. I also like making others smile as I strongly believe that when you make someone’s daybetter your day also instantly becomes better.