Unclear Optimism

All we see is the lustrous illumination,
Loud and lucid on our senses.
What we miss
Is the tiny ray of light,
That could brighten the darkest instant.
The moment of sorrow
We keep with us eternally.
And disregard the delightful times.
The hatred for a person
Lingers forever,
But the lovely epoch with him, 
We deliberately let weather.

Materialism we love,
But love has no fervor.
We judge everything,
With just a look at its cover.
We ignore its importance,
That’s under swathe forever.
The faint beam of hope should never be unattended,
Because it’s more important than spurious radiance. J
…………………………………………………………………..Devika Sinha …………