Phoenix like did it rise,
From its own ashes,
it had disappeared into,
The ruins of the past,a void so dark,
That even the seven hued beauty of the bows of the rain,
Did all seem to fade in it.
Yet did it rise, so magnificent and erect,
as if to regain its splendor back,
And cherish that one little word,
That this world doth all move holds,
Sweeter than even the bliss itself,
"HOPE"- the light of a glorious dawn.