A New Promise

                                                             
When the fog blocks the vision 

And the way ahead is blurry, 

From deep down within 

A voice calls not to hurry. 

Wait for the light to strike 

To pave the dark alley bright, Let the sleepy buds open their eyes 

And give the dewdrops a fright.

Feathers of hope will flutter 

And dreams rise to a new high, 

Winds whisper amidst the greens 

And leaves seem to fly. 

Here come the flocks 

To scatter the frozen feel 

Let the warmth of a new promise 

Reach from your heart and heal. 

©Vinita Surana Kiran