बस यूँही…….

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Yet another evening, yet another sunset. The setting sun while ending the day’s journey in a thick cloud bank at the horizon sent out an aura of hope, a message to #Never_Give_Up.
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A poem published nearly 230 years ago came to mind.
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Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Emily Dickinson
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
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And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
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I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

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