The Fountain of Hope

One sultry summer's evening,

That time the sun was blushing red, and was setting,

I sat by myself, thinking hard on the park bench,

I gave up, I let all my hopes drench.

I looked up and saw, that on another bench nearby,

There sat a couple, it seemed, that to them, love had easily come by,

She said I love you, and hugged him,

His eyes, of illimited joy, filled up to their brim.

I sat there watching them, as they walked,

Along the border of the fountain in the park,

He held her hand tight, and both of them closed their eyes,

I could see they were desperate, nervousness filled their sighs.

They kissed a coin, and tossed it,

Into the fountain; and to its bottom, it softly hit,

They lingered around, and looked at the water, fall,

They knew, this wish of theirs was their only hope, this was all.

Then, the couple left and I sat wondering,

What was it they wanted so much? Was it a person? Was it a thing?

I hastily made my way up to the fountain there,

I saw numerous coins in it, I laughed at how absurd people were.

After a few weeks, however, I saw,

The same couple, in the park, again, happy to the edge of awe

The woman, now blissfully sported a little bump on her belly,

She clutched on to her husband's hands and walked with grace, carefully.

The husband held onto her as if she were a precious gem,

I could not suppress a smile, as I sat and looked at them,

I shook my head in awe, and saw,

the love in their eyes, purely raw.

After some more months flew by, like a lark,

The couple again, presented themselves near the park,

This time they were adorned, by a little bundle in between

The woman's arms; she looked very excited, delighted as ever and keen. 

I realised how their wish had come true,

The couple, seemed more than glad, to go to three, from two,

I saw excited and happy faces as I looked around, and noted,

The faces of others in the park, of excitement and happiness bloated.

With utter bewilderment, I remembered the number of coins in the fountain that had been tossed,

I suddenly clung on to the my dreams that I had long lost,

I stood abruptly and ran up to the fountain,

I kissed a coin, prayed with all the might in my veins, and threw it in.

I stood there looking at all the coins underneath,

There lay my dreams, along with the other's, beneath,

The fountain of hope, they called it,

To me, a realm of new pathways it lit.

The idea of it now, to me was not absurd at all,

Instead, it meant the dawn of hopes and dreams that now stood tall.

As I thought how amazing it was that someone's belief,

Had strengthened my own hopes; I breathed a sigh of relief.

The fountain of hope, they called it,

And as I anxiously waited for my dreams to unfold, I laughed at my narrowed wit.