Sometimes I stretch my hand A ray of hope that I hold on to Some dreams that I paint in a canvas A life with laughter, smile and happiness. There are times when I have walked in darkness Tears and whispers left along the way Shining stars and towards moonlit nights Hope for a day when sun shines tirelessly Dark patches of life follow me everywhere Raises the finger and mends my way – Somehow they succeed too much in glory And halts my journey even before I took my first step…