They say hope is the brightest star in a dark night,
But I don’t think it’s true.
Hope isn’t just a flicker, distant and cold;
It’s the warmth of a smile, the gold in the old.

Hope is the crumble of leaves in autumn’s decay,
The whisper of if in the fabric of life’s play.
It’s the melody of running water’s flow,
The silent promise in the seeds we sow.

Wemistake hope for something so small,
When it’s infinity, the heart of it all.
It’s the green of the leaves, the salt in the sea,
The hug of assurance that lets us be free.

It’s a semicolon in the middle of a decree,
A pause that says there’s more to be.
It’s the brown of my eyes, the light in my smile,
The fire within that carries me a mile.

Hope is my euphoria, my infinite spree—
Hope is the very essence of me.

About the Poet 

Plaksha is remarkable young soul whose heart beats to the rhythm of creativity and compassion. Her words carry a depth and her thoughts, shaped by curiosity and empathy, reflect her passion for understanding the world. She finds inspiration in everything around her, from the smallest gestures of kindness to the profound mysteries of the human mind.