Poem by Monika Ajay Kaul
Heave me like a pebble in the sky,
I’ll still cope to shine..
Hurl me in the ocean so deep,
at the end, I’ll find the shore..
Or merge me with the sod below,
I’ll still bloom, one fine morn..
Every push and every blow,
I’ll master each such stroke..
Through every word, prick or puncture;
my belief shall endure..
I am Hope.
I pause, but never cease.