Analysis of Hope

When things go wrong and misfortune
                                                  prolonged,
         And the blues hit the soul;
The nightingale sings its last song,
          And Hope whispers, "Hold on".

When woe lingers with no respite found,
           And adversity strikes beyond fault;
Life seems to descend with no bounds–
            Doesn't the arrow too retreats for its
                                                     catapult?

In the maze of life, the heart is in fragments,
          And in-between the chaos, lost is the   
                                                     thrill.
Soul waning with many a dent;
           But the abridged moon illuminates still.

The world trampling on the underdog,
             Navigating life with every care and
                                                    caution.
Little acorns become mighty oaks,
             And difficult roads lead to beautiful
                                                   destinations.

Hopelessness creeping in, knowing naught
                                                    but failure;
             Wistfully awaiting a renewal.
But calm sea never made a good sailor;
              And desert is but sunshine perpetual.

Hearken to the cuckoo's call at the break of dawn,
             Life goes on with much to mourn;
The nightingale returns after its last song,
             And Hope whispers, "Hold on".