And yet again, we expect what we shouldn’t,
Love whom we mustn’t,
Pray for the impossible,
And again, the broken laws are so palpable.
Hoping in the most hopeless moments,
Reminiscing the beginning even in the end,
Cherishing those incomplete memories,
We live on by ignoring so many vagaries.
All of it as futile as futile can be,
Yet there continues those euphoric dreams,
For they complete our beings,
They surpass our limitations,
And so, there lives forever the forbidden expectations.
The above sketch is by Anwesha Saha (owner of As The Ink Flows).