helpless to hope...

'Helpless...'
She said...
'I am so helpless...'

'Helpless? you said? just?
me too!
Helplessness is such a sticky glue...
but then ...
there is the Sign
the God cross
on your shoulder
and on mine...

God cross...
The Sign...
and it also favours all...
those who are gutsy to stand really tall
to fight against all odds
not by sharp tools like swords
but like Mr.Deeds...
who just goes by seeds
of deep and profound leads...

and the helplessness turns into hopes
and The Sign
of God Cross-
it acts like dopes...
and
generations stand...
finally a generation stands...'

He muttered...
and looked up...

the sky had sunny beams...soft...

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