Last hopes which lay

Last hopes which lay

Flasing lightening and huge thunders,
And marching rain through blackening nights,
Sitting on top of shaking chair
With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare;

Silent act of lightening candle
And sticking to the lonliness at stay
And wondering at the luminating shadows
Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild;

An old hut with roof of rags
Through which rain still leaks;
Like life still at will of god
Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek;

After the stage of reality will it cease,
The pain beared till now with hardened soul,
Like rain fully at it's roars
And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul;

Is it a pardonable act of raining life
Which adds sorrows to choose;
Will not the shower let stop ?
And song of life with light revealed;

Drinking water from old mug,
After relishing throat and let it go
A short sleep after thunder's rest
Till the next day had hits it's quest;

The memories of the last night
Almost forgotten with the sun's brightface,
Need to open up nests of birds at gay
To yell them to rise and gather food for the day;

Still to open up doors of cows from sleep,
With silent munching of greens and feed,
And dungs which lay of yesterday's need
To clean them,the vessels and water them fresh;

Still more chores at one's stake
With nature's face as one real make,
Need to cut the woods through forest's drape
And make a house as fit to make rain away;

Sons and daughters and wife on lands afar,
With one's days chores to postphone their closeness ajar
Still counting days from year to year
Won't there come a day when all would meet;

Like Sinking boat in crest i lay
With memories taken to wish good all,
Like swarming bees for gathering honey
There i lay with cries and exerts of olden days;

Grandchildren lay near the walls of home
Built with ones hardened work and expected soul,
All of them singing near my bed of sleep
That i might meet in several rush seconds to keep;

All was right when sensed in positive sense,
And all was wrong when at wrong delivery
This life which lays one quiet
At last, worn out like rain and day;