My breaths of hope give me life and desire to live
The disheartened heart gives no hope and no desire to live
Living dead is such a life that death is what we live
That crushing our own enthusiasm we are, as we live
Hope we should keep, but expect not to be fulfilled
Or else expectation shall mar our lives as it remains unfulfilled
Hope give rise to creation, and creation to newer things
But expectations led to stagnation and same old things
Breathe each moment as if it were your last
And you shall find how all your hopes last and last
- Dr. Hira