Blank Hope

Sitting at my desk,

Cluttered with piles of papers,

And half – read books,

I keep my pen poised,

And scribble thoughtfully,

Down a blank half – sheet.

I write about a dream,

A blank dream,

A dream that won’t come true,

A dream that’s certain,

To disappoint me.

But these lines I keep penning,

With a hope,

A blank hope,

For, I still wait for the unchangeable,

To change,

And the impossible to happen!