Virtues seek reciprocal-
gestures vie for approval.
But desires equivocal,
and the fate appears cruel.
You rejoice in the belief
that deeds would be gratified.
Alas! this fancy is brief,
and such futile seems the pride.
The soul has treacherous roots.
And hope is a bitter fruit.
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Hope keeps you alive. But, its such a challenge to keep the candle of hope burning during tough times!! Well said Rahul!!
Thanks so much, Rashmi. Appreciate your reading
Astringent and incisive.
Thank you very much, Louis.