A Hero

Darkness abounds,
like a cloud of despair
I sit crest-fallen and down
Sorry for the death of my
Sweet dreams.

No one will know
The knots in my heart
Because I will smile
Through it all.
And from the depths of dashed hopes
will emerge a hero
who never stopped
hoping
praying or dreaming.
who stood up a tad taller
with each crushed dream.

A hero who never
stopped believing
A hero who took
everything on his stride.
A hero who simply marched ahead
with head held high.

4 Comments

  1. Freemason
    August 2, 2013 / 12:43 pm

    One Word. Beautiful.

    • August 5, 2013 / 10:01 am

      Thank you Freemason, Mayank and Nitya 🙂 for visiting my blog and your lovely comment

  2. Nitya Balagopalan
    August 2, 2013 / 4:25 pm

    Amazing and inspiring.

  3. Mayank
    August 3, 2013 / 5:03 am

    humme hai heroooooooo. very nice.

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