Hope🤍

In the darkness of night, amidst the war stricken camps,
Far in the grasslands, full of rants
Wounded soldiers lay apart !
Away from their homes, away from the town,
Crying in pain with no one beside..
They saw her tiptoe every night,
She nursed their wounds with her dainty little hands,
A flame of hope arose in their hearts!
Is it Florence, someone asked?
They all cried at once, with their broken hearts,
No….! She’s our lady with the lamp!

By

Neelima Neel 🔖