Some Hope

What cosmic law is this that binds
talent to obscurity,
pollutedness to purity,
scorn to fill maturity?
What karmic destiny that finds
artists unknown,
loving hearts alone,
honesty overthrown?
What universal, sad decline
has made it thus?

And yet,
amid this chaos, every day
children play,
soulmates mate,
creators create,
dreamers challenge fate,
and some, grown tired of the struggle, wait
and just heep hold
of what they know
'gainst what they're told,
believing there will come a day
when Good holds sway
and, stronger, keeps the rest at bay.

- by Prajna Pranab, early 2000's