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I Said No

Hope asked for another chance
For one more last dance
I said No
Hope said we have built an empire
So this love we must not let expire
I said No.

Hope is wicked and vain
It yields no gain
It tells the farmer rain shall come
It tells the barren she shall be a mum
But I have said No, to hope.

I want reality
So I killed that mentality
The one that hopes.
And took the ropes,
Rode my cart away, fast
Like a maiden eloping , fast fast!
I turned my back, I said No.

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  1. Yeah..Y say No to hope?
    Hope is the reason you write..you hope someone would read it and be enriched or touched somehow..or you hope to be a renowned writer someday..

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    1. The hope is a metaphor. Still I'm not a patron of hopes as their denial lead to a sick heart. However from the time I wrote this poem till now , I have began to notice the therapeutic importance of hope to man. Still I don't buy the idea of hoping too much especially in unrealistic situations. But I cannot deny that I hope.

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