Lane was mucky and murky Filled with musty and fusty stinky and stagnant smells and brains scattered everywhere Miles have crossed and few are left He holds his fear beneath his breath Where Light at end rests for Him.

Some hide it behind pearly whites, While some behind tear stained eyes The pain we feel , the views we see Can be overcame, we can be free

Hope -poem Hope is the indeed need of our generation Sans it we are going to be deterioration Seeking us in thedampdarkness Lightning up our wisdom amass Tending to fabricate us priceless Is one and only tool "The Hope" With this,handle everything with cope