Hope Blossoms

So what, if the world does not understands you, fathoms your words, your values, your hardship and all your close tete-e-tete with trouble. So what, if the world is blind in it's pernicious goal, in it's grandeur, it's unrequited love for fame and glory. So what, if the world starts it's journey without you, leaving you behind, in vicious waves and tides, floating up and down, searching for shore, grasping a little hope. So what, if the world continues it's schedule, it's assignment, even if your innocuous world is shattering, heart breaking, soul wretching. It seems like a end, rather than a beginning, but have little faith nina pequena, 'cause every ending have a new fresh distinct beginning. Sristi a vagabond