The shreds of ashes hover in the air,
Inch by an inch they fall apart,
Every shred has a tale to tell,
The tale of despair, Death of Hope.
Life from a distance appeared alluring,
Thousands of dreams swarmed upon it,
Hope of a sparkling venture beckoned,
But alas! This is the vision that is distant.
The spectre of life when you actually live it,
Is but, far from alluring.
The hopes burnt to ashes,
Impels one to raise hands in despair,
Thus, the death of hope and the birth of despair.