Withered Hope – Saagar Kamrani

Imprisoned in the bars of expectations,
Yearning to see the dark,
My soul has started to starve,
And my hope are turning ‘withered’

My feelings are somehow overlaped,
Brought me to the line,
where neither happiness exists nor the sorrow,
Only existence is of ‘withered hopes’

The mirror has stopped reflecting me,
instead it is reflecting something; not someone,
something that the world wants to see,
and behind the fake smile, all I can see is the, ‘Withered Hope’.

When these lonely eyes peep out of the window,
they see the paths of wait,
where hoping is the biggest sin,
and I am the puppet of withered hope.

- Saagar Kamrani