Trust, a dried leaf amidst some yellow pages,
A survivor through memories amidst fading ink ,
Trust, a pebble lost on the ocean bed for ages,
The rock bottom of the vast hollow, now filled to its brink,
Trust, a shadow cast out of the rays that couldn’t pass
through you,
The darkness, that could chalk out your hollow on the floor,
Trust ,a ray of hope , travelling towards you in a que,
A string of footsteps in mud, leading away from the open
door.
