Ray Of Hope Poem by Arani DattaGupta

There were sparks of gloom on the T.V.
as the flowers waltz into the fall.
Preferring easy escapes,
i was just waiting for the call.

Yet the ringing stopped
with a glimpse of your smile.
A bliss so morbid and Devine
could eliminate all things vile.

In the darkness of the night
when worries creep away my sleep,
I feel us amidst the field of green
where the ghost of us meet.

Now I long for something only i know,
finding glee in my fantasy
and I'm afraid that now i'll never let go
of this ecstasy.