Hope

The well was deep, the walls slippery,

All around he looked, he could see only mockery,

The water dripping against the walls laughing,

The shiny walls looking at him and sneering.

He could not understand what to do, like a novice,

He looked up and put his hand in a crevice,

Tried to climb up but slipped, into the water splashing,

Frustrated, tired and angry, he started screaming,

 "What wrong did I do, O Lord?

Why have you put me in here, in this small pond?"

Tears in his eyes, hope faltering, he gave up

And accepted his fate, as he looked up,

Salvation

We are humans. Superior beings, intellectual beings, beings with the ability to talk and what not. Our so-called supremacy is our greatest treasure, we thrive on the concept of the superiority 'complex'. The reason behind this: we all have an inferiority complex. We have this need to show that we are better than others, no one is truly humble or modest, somewhere down the line, when we get a chance to show the person we hate the most, we grab it and show them, that we are better than them. All in vain.

Why? Because we have another concept in our minds which is closely linked to this complex. Hope, survival, salvation. Because in our minds, we have this illusion that one day, we will no need to be better than others, that one day it will be a better day than all the others and everything will be alright, that one day, being superior or inferior won't matter that one day, we will be satisfied and at peace.

This concept of salvation, is never overrated. No matter if the person has abandoned all hope, If that said person sees even a tiny ray of hope, of salvation, he will cling onto it and hold onto it for as long as he possibly can.