Hope for the Best

 

I thought of the boys who were restless
And playful and labelled “naughty”,
But became mesmerized by the sound of their recorded voices
And started getting creative
In ways I did not imagine they knew.
I selected them for the showcase
I saw their eyes light up
I hope I made a difference.

 

I thought of the girl who sits quietly

But approached me after school

And asked questions of curiosity

Questions I did not imagine she could think of.

I told her we study history,

so that we can understand humans better,

and hence learn about ourselves.

I saw her eyes light up

I hope I made a difference.

When all is said and done

When fatigue and unappreciation makes you wonder if you are even doing the right thing to begin with.

Only hope remains.