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Lamp Of Hope

Keep the lamp of hope lit
As power of silent prayer is
Unfathomable and impossible to beat.

Initially you'll feel you are forlorn
And your path, your terrain is uneaven, rough and tough.
Remember, hundreds of hands are folded in prayer and will brighten up your way.

So, keep the lamp of hope lit.

Autumn may be around
But it can't forever stay
As spring will for sure bloom and come your way.

Don't forget to keep the lamp of hope lit.

Howsoever, strong may be hurricanes or storms,
Good wishes of not one but many will be your shield.
Therefore, infront of dense darkness of dismay you don't have to yield.

That's why keep the lamp of hope lit.

Remember, even tightly closed doors are helpless and have no power
Remember, that not even hundreds of hinges on them can bar the light.
As the chaste ray of hope will trace and make its way from crevices and it will reach out to you .....

Just make sure to keep the lamp of hope lit .....

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  1. Reena NagpalAugust 12, 2020 at 7:22 AM

    Nice

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  2. UnknownAugust 12, 2020 at 7:26 AM

    Full of optimism in the times of anxiety,uncertainty and dejection.Thanks for the motivating poem,dear mam.

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  3. Sameer MalikAugust 12, 2020 at 7:27 AM

    Perfect

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  4. Nidhi mehtaAugust 12, 2020 at 8:23 AM

    Very nice

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  5. RashmiAugust 12, 2020 at 8:42 AM

    Grrt,Manika
    Really a motivational poem in dark times of this pandemic.Prayers and hoping against hope can help us all in tough times.

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  6. UnknownAugust 12, 2020 at 9:34 AM

    Very nice Manika ji... so heart touching and with lots of motivation... really appreciable👍👍

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  7. SavinderAugust 12, 2020 at 10:10 AM

    Your poem lifts the dampening spirit . Well done Manika

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  8. VasudhaAugust 12, 2020 at 7:37 PM

    Amazingly motivating poem👏👏

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  9. UnknownAugust 12, 2020 at 7:37 PM

    Words are so powerful ,they can surely lit up hope. After reading this felt it .Despair spirit must read it.

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  10. The Harsh KapoorAugust 12, 2020 at 7:38 PM

    Thank you Manika Mam.You said all which I wanted to say but in a very polite and motivated way.Thanks!

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  11. UnknownAugust 12, 2020 at 8:32 PM

    Wonderful mam

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  12. JasmeetAugust 13, 2020 at 6:20 AM

    Beautiful mam🙂

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  13. Babbu mehtaAugust 13, 2020 at 10:07 AM

    Very beautifully expressed 👏each and every word is true .....

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  14. Yashika AtrejaAugust 19, 2020 at 7:22 AM

    This is really beautifully written ma'am

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  15. AbbishekAugust 21, 2020 at 7:34 AM

    Wonderfully expressed mam !

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  16. SajalAugust 21, 2020 at 9:34 AM

    Apt vaccine pen-demic booster you have injected via your poetic syringe filled with optimum blend dose of prayers & wishes generating antibodies that will for sure not only travel the crevices but will break unlock the hinges that we ourselves kept locked..
    For sure the dose is time tested... Who says we need to invent one....?? I took one while reading the verse.. Keep healing with your blog medicine potions as we fry on the pan.....the devil pandemic..... with your medicinal poetic pen...and making us realize we shouldn't self-quarantine ourselves..

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  17. Sara ThindOctober 5, 2020 at 9:57 PM

    Beautiful poem mam

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