Hope to be, to exist, to live
To breathe free, talk and cry
To laugh and smile, joke and giggle
Let’s talk about being human
Human to ones own being, body, and soul
Human to other beings, men and women
Children, those aged and not able to stride
Human, but humane to all colours and shapes
human to the lovers of all gods, of all deities, and of none
Let’s talk, not of hate anymore.
Hate consuming the reason for no good gain
Hate dividing families, villages and inner peace
Hate burning the soul into a hideous unknown.
Let’s talk of hope, to hope for spring again
Full of flowers of all shades, blossoming full on
The ambiance, an eternal cure for tired souls.
Let’s talk of hope of a rising sun
Warm, glowing, creating life on the muck.
Sweet sleep under the shade of the walnut tree
and falling leaves of Chinar on banks of the Dal
Let’s talk of love, unadulterated flowing through
the eyes, meeting briefly for the first time
Love to cure us of our misery and malign.
Let’s talk of hope to be here tomorrow,
in peace, for what we cherish will come.
About the author: Dr Mudasir Firdosi is MBBS, MD, PGDip, MRCPsych Consultant Psychiatrist & Honorary Senior Lecturer at St George's, University of London