What is it that makes
the relationship between
you and me…
In the land of stifled cries
I see us growing old together.
A voice inside my head whispers,
Can we not build a better world
For you, for me…
....and for the little beggar boy
begging on the streets?
Won’t you take my hand?
I look to you
For that reassuring smile
I see you smile- amiable of a civic kind
The touch of your hand
Makes it all seems real…possible!
Ah, you make a commitment
Life is not about losing hope you say,
So I believe in all I hope for, in all I can
'Que sera sera—what will be will be!
Nonetheless, I keep hoping sincerely.
Written for Sumana's Prompt : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2016/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-commitment.html