Hope Aglow

Hope Aglow 

Another sultry day to its end creeps,

the air is lulled, silence grows deep,

the horizon is painted in plain hues 

and birds all nest-ward flying through.


Not a bough moves, no rustle in leaves,

a lone bird sings in a tone as if grieves,

some bats flit past the dusky sky 

and a wisp of cloud lazily floats by.


Slowly the darkness swallows all grey,

no signs remain of what is called a day.

Her pack of mysteries the night flows,

nocturnal creatures all are on the go.


The air’s filled with strange sounds,

night birds’ shrieks and cries abound.

As the scene grows somber and gloomy,

I’m surrounded by an air of melancholy.


Anon, I espied a dancing light,

flickering, twinkling to my delight.

A star has fallen down from the sky?

Oh, no, it is a glowing, errant firefly!


The little flame brightens up my thoughts, 

ere with gloomy shadows they’re fraught. 

As the tiny torch flits past with a trail of light 

Its glow sets free my soul of its blight. 


Hope’s face in the mirk of gloom shows,

when life’s thrown to miseries and woes,

she takes our hand, gives us a lift

and offers her blissful, sacred gifts.


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Yasmin Khan

I'm from Pakistan. I'm a teacher and a mother. I love poetry to write and to read. I believe in humanism and respect all religions. My message to the world is peace.

11 thoughts on “Hope Aglow

  • March 19, 2019 at 6:10 AM

    Yasmin, this is a lovely poem. I love the fireflies and the way you portray Hope holding out her hand. Well done indeed.

  • March 19, 2019 at 9:05 AM

    Thank you Phyllis for nice words

  • March 23, 2019 at 8:45 PM

    I love this Yasmin, great imagery. I also wrote as fun poem about fireflies some time ago .

    Shooting Stars

    Reclining on the hillside,
    I stare up at the sky,
    As midnight’s hour approaches,
    To see a shooting star.

    My dad lies back beside me,
    As I gaze through squinted eyes
    At the vast expanse of universe
    Of which we’re just a part.

    Suddenly, I see a flash,
    At first it’s just a twinkle.
    Then slowly moving t’wards the east,
    Oh wait there is another!

    “Dad, look at all the shooting stars,
    Flashing ‘cross the sky!”
    “Don’t be daft”, my father says,
    “It’s just those darn fireflies.”

    • March 24, 2019 at 12:51 AM

      Thanks John Hansen for reading and comments on my poem. I enjoyed reading your lovely poem on fireflies. Thanks for sharing.

  • March 24, 2019 at 7:58 AM

    Yasmin the last two lines of this poem are so perfect. The movement of your verse ended with perfection. Well done. Jamie

    • March 24, 2019 at 11:54 AM

      Kind thanks Jamie Lee Hamann, Your comments are greatly encouraging.

  • March 24, 2019 at 11:17 AM

    Excellent piece Yasmin. The imagery of the firefly as hope is a fantastic thought. The poem was nicely phrased and well rhymed. Nice work.

    • March 24, 2019 at 11:51 AM

      with gratitude, Paul Neglia

  • April 26, 2019 at 10:50 AM

    Hi All Members,
    I’m unable to log in and post my writings. Each time I see the message’403 forbidden’. Please help to resolve the issue.


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